I'm going to sing you to sleep
I'm going to sing you to sleep
You will not wake tomorrow
You will not wake tomorrow

Less than a year to go
Graveyards are popping up everywhere
Smell the bodies in the air
Necromancy
Necromancy

And the innocent make up the years of
Lost tears and wasted fears, and I, and I
I am one of them

Making haste, remaining chaste in Potter's Field
Less than a year to go
Secrets are popping up everywhere
Smell the bodies in the air

Necromancy
Necromancy
Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?