Down beyond the cemetery lawn, there lies a place accursed and fraught with woe
Spirits speak, unholy visions bleak, where preachers, children, creatures dare not go
That cursed place, where evil dwells – where witches dance and fuck and raise the dead
That wicked place, that place of spells – where wizardly and weirding words are said
Cosmic womb, uterine tomb – betray the stars an heir of lunar death
Rest in scorn, cemetery born – A whisper gone unheard on dying breath
Soaked in gore, the one that they abhor – Swollen, stinking, sick with rotting seed
Die alone, conjurer and crone – They spit upon the Earth at her misdeeds
Backwards birth, digging in the earth - To place the farmer’s daughter in the ground
Sink the stave, mark the witch’s grave – No prayer spoken for the Hades-bound
End of life, the dead man’s wife – Coffin desecrated, casket cold
Mold and moss, the sign of the cross – death unconsecrated, widow soul
That cursed place, where evil dwells – where witches dance and fuck and raise the dead
That wicked place, that place of spells – where wizardly and weirding words are said
No sign of life, no beating heart
No words of love or wisdom to impart
No friendly faces to avail
No final fucking fairy-tale
Down beyond the cemetery lawn, there lies a place accursed and fraught with woe
Spirits speak, unholy visions bleak, where preachers, children, creatures dare not go