View scene's crazy, he play lady, seems stress out of hand,
Pretty guy, primate vile, he's very a manic man.
Necrophilia, he lust for scream - yeah, lancing in the can.
And now her skin sees, dull haze wispy, necromancer does his scan.

Teaser peeks, increase his heat,
Dandy chick-lettes out their bods.
Burning hacks, he thrusts staffs,
He's cruel and hard, he's one pat lad.

He can ho ma'ams, glee slakes his glands,
Humid sudatorium.
Looking on, past sink and john,
To-wards the flows of plume from plumbs.

But oh, how it's chill his thrill,
Spying near he so numb peers.
Lone he views so cavalierly,
As he preys, awfully "HO"ly...

Holy poser necromancer,
Found your dead rites from your shy ways.
Stay you down near pleats of linens,
Your bad gets sizzly play your prey.

Coldly closer's necromancer,
Daunt the daylights out in high craze.
Lays them down, inn suites he's skinnin'.
This lad's now tizzy slayed his prey.

Boo scene crazy, quell stray lady, screamless ain't the plan,
Pretties die, quiet guile, not harried fanatic man.
Wail arena, no fuss, serina, lancing went as planned,
But oh how grimly, doll slayed swiftly, necromancer skinned by hand.

But oh how he feels the zeal,
Dying here with Norman near.
Ornery shrewd; He views, scans queerly,
Spent his day lofty, wholly...

Mold your closure necromancer,
Counts on headlights in his driveway.
Slay them down he bleeds these women,
In a misty spray he slays.

Rollie coaster necromancer,
Tout your death rites in your shy way.
Slay them down these dear sweet women,
You've had a busy slay today.