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[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]
In the Necroromantic's dungeon
there's his display of flesh piles,
experimental compositions of body pieces.
There are strong meathooks for his visionary works,
a gallery of insane genetic crossbreeding,
a gallery underestimated by the great art critics.
Finding corpses is very easy,
when you work in the morgue you always get fresh meat.
Mutilation and defilement of cold stiffs,
A perfect job for the Necroromantic!
