[verse] She lived for lust and thrilling risks, a harlot living on the edge. So beautiful before they ruined her with fire and cruel knife’s edge. The bastards thought her dead for sure, they dumped her in a hole But moments from the grave's cold kiss she was cursed to keep her soul Now missing parts, a face of dread, a twisted, charred, misshapen thing. But in exchange for her lusty looks, the gift of visions did sorrow bring. She saw me then, she craved my touch, a man who could not break and flee. Her incomplete hand reached for me, and for reward shared what she'd see. [chorus] She told the truth: the future did confess I am bound to those beyond the veil of death [verse] Now hear of Canker Cormac, for he sealed his pact with spit. A traitor's kiss, his lineage bound to demons of the pit! My death shattered that foul bond, only residue shall remain. With each Demon Loogey, I cough up the remaining sinful stain! [chorus] She told the truth: my soul is crushed in the press But I broke pacts of those beyond the veil of death [bridge] My great-uncle a fiend, a touchy sinner, Known as Filthy Fingal, a perennial winner. He reached and grasped where he should not, His heart expired, his lust did not. His curse: beyond the grave to reach. My magic touch for whom beseech The Hellcock Tendril’s foul caress. A grotesque thing I must confess! [solo] In morbid mist, a grave robber Boneyard Barnaby, My grandfather loved corpses, stole rings, in lieu of dignity! When grandma found out she followed and buried him in the ground He rose as mist, sepulcher fog, my ghostly cold death shroud! [chorus] She told the truth: I’m cursed yet I am blessed I bear the gifts of those beyond the veil of death
