The Necromancer's Kids

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Warbles

Warble fly is a name given to the genus Hypoderma: large flies which are parasitic on cattle and deer. Other names include "heel flies", "bomb flies" and "gadflies", while their larvae are often called "cattle grubs" or "wolves." Common species of warble fly include Hypoderma bovis (the ox warble fly) and Hypoderma lineatum (the cattle warble fly) and Hypoderma tarandi (the reindeer warble fly). Larvae of Hypoderma species also have been reported in horses, sheep, goats and humans. They have also been found on smaller mammals such as dogs, cats, squirrels, voles and rabbits. Adult warble flies are large, hairy and bumblebee-like and brown, orange or yellow in color. The adults have vestigial mouthparts, so they cannot feed during their short lifespans, which … more »

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Lara and myself, we were still inside
When our mother died

Inheriting a tragedy
Now it's holding on to you and me

Married in the belly of a failing host
To the Holy Ghost

The doctor sent a scalpel through
Now it's holding on to me and you

And our father banged his ribs
When he dumped us in the crib
When his twins have gone to bed
He'll be talking to the dead

We are the necromancer's kids

"The secrets of the future are the fruit of the dead"
That's what father said

Establishing his clientele
And then we became his personnel

Demon divination by the candlelight
Just a business rite

And pining for our mother's shade
She's the only spirit he forbade

We're the sum of what we lack
So we decked ourselves in black
When our father goes to bed
We'll be talking to the dead

We are the necromancer's kids

Then our mother's ghost assembled in the room
And with loveless grace informed us of our doom

Sister, I felt so cold, I thought I had died
Then the bastard found us, beat us alive
Oh we can never return, get in the car and drive

And take me anywhere that you want to go
We can drive real slow, let's just leave Ohio

Jon, you know it's not your fault
Being born into a dead man's vault

Mother and the father and the ghost, amen
We are orphans now, we were orphans then

And nothing can repay that debt
You forgive but you cannot forget

And you held your head and sighed
"What a curse to be alive, but don't ever, ever let me die"

We are the necromancer's kids
We got tired of raising the dead
So we raised each other instead

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