[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!
