Necromancy Sublime
[Intro]
Verse 1:
Buried in mud,
Six-feet below,
Left for the worms
To eat my bloat.
You thought you
Could be free
From the murder
Brought down on me.
Chorus:
Undead can’t die
And they just don’t lie,
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
You wonder why—
How I could pass you by.
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
Verse 2:
The earth gave way,
The roots untwined,
Out from underneath
I aged like wine.
I rose up strong
And very fast,
You did not think
I could outlast.
Bridge:
I have survived,
My spell’s alive.
Chorus:
Undead can’t die
And they just don’t lie,
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
You wonder why—
How I could pass you by.
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
[Solo]
Bridge:
I am alive,
My spell will thrive
Chorus:
Undead can’t die
And they just don’t lie,
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
You wonder why—
How I could pass you by.
I raise myself to life
Necromancy sublime.
[Outro]
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Freaky Friday Frolic—a song born from the shadows and raised through rhythm. Necromancy Sublime stands as a resurrection hymn, blending my love of gothic atmosphere with the pulse of dark rock. This piece marks another step toward my upcoming full-length under TragicLife, but for now, it lives here first.
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Comments5
A great song there my friend and totally appropriate for the season. Dark but elevating. It could take off like the monster mash of years ago.
Exactly, Soren…that’s the spirit…dark, but a resurrection all the same. I love that you caught the lift in it beneath the gloom. Appreciate you, my friend. 🧠⚰️🕯️🖤
Always a pleasure my friend
Necromancy, I have to use that word somewhere.
It is coming to that time of the year when the undead make their presence felt, and the living wish they had buried them deeper.
Which all adds up to a gothic supper and bangs in the night.
I'll give the graveyard shortcut a miss tonight.
Haha, love it! Glad it delivered my friend! 🧠⚰️🕯️🖤
You are clearly a person of many talents, the combination of the darkness and music is right up my street, really enjoyed
Appreciate that, my friend…means a lot coming from you. Glad the fusion of dark and melodic hit the right chord. 🧠⚰️🕯️🖤 Have a great Weekend!
You are very welcome and you too
That's how Popeye will end up, in that pic. Or no? He is never undead, but is alive and........... don't finish that! lol.
He's alive but has the power to make you swoon! How? #NotSaying🤐
LOL.
Talk about dark, this is more noir than the shadow cast by a black hole .. and to top the lot it got my foot tapping to boot .. 🐦⬛🐈⬛🖤🐧👍
Haha, love that, Neville…“more noir than the shadow cast by a black hole” might be my favorite description yet. Glad it got your foot tapping too. 🧠⚰️🕯️🖤 Cheers mate!
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