Who's the model, where's the marrow A smothered whisper, a muzzled shadow A broken mind, a haunted barrow The secret weapon to ward off sorrow
Through the slime it plods and hobbles The demon strides, his fetish wobbles What spell incanted brought clay to life Some goblin ranted, you stole my wife
The bones and ashes then her soul Fading memories that once consoled The figment whimpers, blind and leering A halting cripple decayed and swearing
The tale retold leaves you mumbling Bug-eyed, breathless, limp and stumbling And in the hush of sleep and death The golem draws another breath
