Stench of the dead rises Beyond a boulder Eroded by spectral mold Perverse ritual of desecration He hatefucked the orb of the skull And the female sacrifice offered herself To the bones of the necromancer Scriptures surrounds in circle the burial The moon tints them in blue Shining, following her circle They activate! Releasing semen, gifting flesh The skull of the unresting floats Rattling bones fly in confusion Eating the sacrifices in chunks The essence of the male gets extirpated Myriad of ghastly imps, devours The expected outcome of an hallucinogenic conspiration Semi tangible creature flees They warp, collide, and melt Midair and on the ground Like dripping smoke They lament, forming a shape Conjuring its renewed forces in an explosion of necromancy He has a body again Like fog he rises from is resting place Never really dead, now not really alive Bow to the lich Bow to the lich Bow to the lich Bow to the lich