The Morningside Mortician Lyrics

I am the
Lord of the dead

Your corpse
Will serve me
In my world

Where you shall
See a fate
Far worse than hell

They call me
The tall man
From what world I come
No one’s ever known

Try to stop me?
Well go ahead and try
But the king of death
Cannot ever die

Traveling all across the land
I send spheres of madness
Soaring from my wretched hands

Those who oppose my will
Shall meet their swift end
A coffin is waiting for you
The funeral is about to begin

Into ground
You were laid
But your casket’s been disturbed

By the tall one who preys
On the freshly dead

Corpse slave trade

Shrunk and enslaved

Into ground
You were laid
But your casket’s been disturbed

Morningside Mortician
No bone left unturned

No
Bone
Left
Unturned

Mausoleum of Madness

Black Hearse
Spreading death like the plague

Enter my
Mausoleum of Madness
Dwarf corpses
Run around so frantic
The man
From another planet
You’ll need more than just some buckshot to end this

Morningside Mortician