Nábrók

Our pact was not what you expected Now you'll be followed to the grave See your grave lays desecrated Graveyard dirt beneath my nails I am the wizard of this land Exhumed and expertly dissected Wealth and riches what I crave Necrotic flesh now resurrected My hands will burrow in your brain Your skin removed by my hand This ponitless blasphemy Seems like a curse to me What good is golden coins When this is what I have become