Accursed Black Ladle (ENCORE 2 in Albuquerque)

"How 'bout a fuckin' reprise?" "Bonesy! Show everybody your souvenir!" "Just don't fuckin' touch anybody with it... ha ha!" [Verse 1] It clanks within his hand like a wind-chime out of Hell A fury forged in fire, coated in its brimstone smell The lich twists inside its scoop, fuckin' moans but never speaks, He writhes in blazing torment, miasma split by shrieks [Verse 2] It writhes against the night when the nuns have gone to sleep When cupboards full of dry goods swarm with furry, scrabbling squeaks. No sponge could cleanse its sins, no basin wash its hate, It clangs with cursed momentum at the iron doors of fate [Chorus] Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Fused with a Lich's soul) Accur-sed Screaming Spoon... Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Gleaming in the silver moon) [Verse 3] It plunged through socket deep to scoop out parasitic remnant, Each scrape drew wails of fury from the frenzied lich ancient It dances like a pixie in his tiny, bony hand And leaves behind a glimmer 'tween the shelves of beans in cans. [Bridge] It cracked his skull, Left Toby maimed, No one who hears Leaves quite the same... [Chorus] Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Fused with a Lich's soul) Accur-sed Screaming Spoon... Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Gleaming in the silver moon) [Chorus] Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Fused with a Lich's soul) Accur-sed Screaming Spoon... Accur-sed Black Ladle... (Eldritch flame and ancient runes...) (Eldritch flame and ancient runes...) Primeval SOUL... Primeval SOUL... "Ha ha! Yeah, put that fuckin' thing away, kid!"