Open Mic Week 55 : Necromantica (original song)

Here is my week 55 entry.
It's a necromancer's love song.

Full Lyrics:

Come with me my love, I long to hear-o
Make life and death our own
We'll plant our fear down deep out in the garden
and watch our flowers grow

We'll plant our fear, when harvest's here
we'll walk back in the garden
and reap what we did sow

We'll plant our fear, when harvest's here
we'll walk back in the garden
and reap what we did sow

We'll burn those boxes high upon the hill-o
make life and death our own
with horns and forms that have long been forgotten
we'll make what we both know

With wine and bread and golden thread
we'll walk back in the garden
and make what we both know

With wine and bread and golden thread
we'll walk back in the garden
and reap what we did sow

The garden's replaced by the shadows and the wasteland
The Underworld remembers
Screaming their names
the infinite serpent below

Time is a gate, and the gate's ever open
The Underworld remembers
Screaming our names, making life and death our own

Life and death our own