Skull with a Forked Tongue

I slept amongst the dead, ate the flesh of dogs and black leavened bread
I pronounce the three unclean names carved in bone, to consult this mantic head
Sorcery as a divinatory tool, to find that stone all philosophers seek
A black shadow ascends, possessing its vessel and so the skull begins to speak
Conjuration
Craniomancy
Divination
Skull necromancy
It keeps me from sleep in the middle of the night
Its weary grave voice mutters, wails and sings
Moaning, whining, whispering, teeth-grinding
Preaching evil and the pleasure it brings
Into the occult
My breakthrough
Dippel’s oil
Prussian blue
Alchemy
Grave robbery
Soul-transference
Necromancy
Consulting the skull night after night from the rising moon till the morning
turns bright
Tell me how to lift the veil separating life from death so I can steal the holy
grail
Skull with a forked tongue
Skull with a forked tongue
The Flesh of hyenas that have fed on the dead
The foam from the muzzles of rabid dogs
Uncommon herbs, bone powder and the skin of snakes
Distilled in a mixture of oil and human blood
Elixer vitae!
Into the occult
My breakthrough
Dippel’s oil
Prussian blue
Alchemy
Grave robbery
Soul-transference
Necromancy
Formulated step by step I’ve created the elixir of life
My spirit now scarred and mangled
A price paid with my own demise
My flesh rots away, I ask myself why?
For I shall live forever, yet all I want is to die
Forever in decay, my flesh rots away