Abra Cadaver


Locked away

In a darkened room


Of a cruel demise


Working magic

Thinkest he

Planning fates hand

For the ones he will see


She's disappeared

They all say

He laughs hysterically

As he bonds her tight

Out with the scalpel blade

She screams in fear

Off with her tongue

And next her ear

Out with her eyes

Off with her breast

End at virgins cunt

The part magicians like best


Once their dead

He brings them back

Without the head

In a blood-soaked sack