Boneyard - Witchgrinder

A fresh dug grave, It’s flesh I crave.

Through swarms of flies, To dig out eyes.

The knife cuts deep, The needles in.

Blood pumps hard, Tight sewn up skin.

The pieces fit, I’m here to create.

Create new life, your own doctor Frankenstein.

I am all, I’m a god.

let this monster live.

It’s alive, my child.

Child of the Boneyard.

To prove science right, God lost this fight.

The human reject, the vile insect.

Strapped in tight, the powers on.

When lightning strikes, you can be wrong.

The pieces fit, I’m here to create.

Create new life, your own doctor Frankenstein.

I am all, I’m a god.

let this monster live.

It’s alive, my child.

Child of the Boneyard.

The pieces fit, I’m here to create.

Create new life, your own doctor Frankenstein.

I am all, I’m a god.

let this monster live.

It’s alive, my child.

Child of the Boneyard.