Joe's Gonna Die
Sitting down on a country fence post
Sitting down watchin' trucks roll by
Sitting down under the light of day now
You know that I won't tell you no lies
I've been here for an hour or so
And nothing much is going down
I don't care much anyway
Because you know I've been around
Here on the edge of the green fields growing
And the sunlight warming all around
And the blowing of the early mist in the morning
You know that I don't hear a sound
Till once in a while, when a truck rolls by,
Carrying a overload
I
Necromaniac
Awakened by an unquenchable addiction, To walk hand in hand with death,
Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin, And search for newly rotted
flesh... Casket crushing and dismantling the grave, With other fiends in this
sadistic enclave, On draughts of blood my thirst is slaked, Underfoot the
mouldy bones break... Nocturnal devestation my only aim, Dead or living, I
seek out and maim, Six feet is the depth of my obsession, Adding
masterpieces to my morbid collection... Corpses lay ripped limb from limb in
disarray, A cadaveric splatter platter carved, hacked and flayed, Imbibing
blood and alcohol â€Âtil vomit flows red, Then back to the grave for indignities
to the dead... Necromaniac... The naked and the dead gore whore slashed,
Opened her torso after plundering her gash, A bone fucking, pus grinding
necromaniac, Assaulting the dead with this fucking gore attack... In the
name of gore I violate the deceased, Rest assured that you will never rest in
peace, The dust in the mausoleum will never settle, From the relentless
pounding of gore fucking metal... Necromaniac...