From the recording Volume 2 | The 31 Nights of Macabre: MORTICIA NEVER MOURNS
Lyrics
Obedient to my fatal whims
Swinging in the belfry of their bones
Dance against their will
Drag themselves along
Like wounded animals
Marionettes, madcap manipulation
Marionettes, hunchback, broken, distorted
Pulled constantly by a heartless demon
Disjointed monsters
Decrepit and charming
Clothed in tattered, relic dresses
Puppets of captivating horror
The puller of strings
Against their will
Dragged with a million tears
Like wounded beasts
Marionettes of the dead
Obedient to my fatal whims
Swinging in the belfry of their bones
Dance, against their will
Madcap manipulation
Pulled constantly by a heartless demon
Disjointed monsters
Decrepit and charming
Clothed in tattered, relic dresses
Puppets of captivating horror
The puller of strings
Against their will
Dragged with a million tears
Like wounded beasts
Marionettes of the dead
Marionettes Of The Dead