Petulant, medicinal scribes
Narrating tales from the crypt
Blood and alcohol, is imbibed
To orate rotten scripts

Word play to slay, rapier wit
La mort retort, cut to the quick
Our pen is deadly, like to the sword
We will inscribe, your final words

Rank and defiled
Out of your skull with our vitreous bile
Rank and defiled
A danse macabre circling round a turnstile
Rank and defiled
Rictus grins decomposed over a smile
Rank and defiled
A necro-bibliophile

We minstrels, in pallor mortis
With harmonies so corrupt
Sick stanzas, vile abortus
From our throats, vomit up

Exhumed, by plume, blood-drawn manuscripts
Punishеd by puns, pulped by death quips
Double еntendres, will your ears burn
We cunning linguists leave, no grave unturned
Rank and defiled
Out of your skull with our vitreous bile
Rank and defiled
A danse macabre circling round a turnstile
Rank and defiled
Rictus grins decomposed over a smile
Rank and defiled
A necro-bibliophile

Hammering our words into your fucking skull
Cervofacial banging commences
Lobotomized with barbs, crippling repartee
Ablating you out of your senses

Fervid idioms spread the disease
Bon mots get under the skin
Viral turns of phrase, miasmic memes
Killing with a stroke of our pen

Rank and defiled
Out of your skull with our vitreous bile
Rank and defiled
A danse macabre circling round a turnstile
Rank and defiled
Rictus grins decomposed over a smile
Rank and defiled
A necro-bibliophile