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!