You're the woman of my nightmares, schematics of my heart
Assembled in the sanctum of mechanical dark arts
Articulated beauty made of circuitry and iron
Hands that turn the pages of a book found in the fire
You're alive, yet so unknown to me
Venus of my own creation
More than a woman, more than a mere machine
Now speak sweet blasphemy
Necronomicon Automaton!
Recite the curse of old
Necronomicon Automaton!
To have and never hold
Phenomenon to come upon
The devil in the scrolls
Necronomicon Automaton!
She owns my heart and soul!
A perfect face of porcelain belies the blackest heart
Her mechanism glowing as the Latin verses start
Wheels of brass are turning, engraved with rustic runes
The salonistes are screaming in this burning, shuttered room
Let's see you dance, your eyes are full of fire
Incanting in your arms
More than a woman, my infernal machine
Now we burn eternally!
Necronomicon Automaton!
Recite the curse of old
Necronomicon Automaton!
To have and never hold
Phenomenon to come upon
The devil in the scrolls
Necronomicon Automaton!
She owns my heart and soul!
Rectus dominus!
In your eyes of glass
Spiritus sanctus!
Through stars I see a path
Habeas corpus!
A curse as old as time
In loco parentis!
Now we sing in rhyme
Persona non grata!
The house is burning down
Deus ex machina!
She wears a fiery crown
In vino veritas!
As my bones turn into steel
Coitus interruptus!
I know just how she feels!
