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St. Nickromancy
Rock
St. Nickromancy was released on December 21, 2025 by OnlyCereal as a part of the album St. Nickromancy - Single
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Release DateDecember 21, 2025
LabelOnlyCereal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OnlyCereal
OnlyCereal
Mixed Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Watson
Oliver Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oliver Watson
Oliver Watson
Producer

Lyrics

I drip her blood in a circle of bone
While Latin chants from my cracked iPhone
Ashes and whispers, the veil growing thin
I scribbled the sigils—let darkness come in
Chalk lines twitch with infernal delight
My breath turns to frost in the weak candlelight
Behemoth of shadow begins to appear
But... wait—what's that jingle I hear?
I tried to call Satan, but guess what I wrote...
All the letters were there in my summoning note
Dyslexic ass —didn't do well in class
And instead of damnation... I conjured Saint... Nicholas...
Ho-ho-HOLY HELL, what have I done?!
He’s here in the dank and he thinks I'm a cunt
The crimson of sin—just festive red clout
In my basement, he's stuck, can’t get out
To his sleigh, to the skies, to his reindeer so bright
And he’s glarin’ at me like I ruined his night
He steps through the brimstone with soot on his boots
Shakes ash from his beard like a jolly old brute
“Kid,” he growls low, “what the hell is this place?”
As he stares at the bones of my girl’s crushed face
I choke on the truth
Now I got it all wrong
Say, “I didn’t want wealth,
Didn’t want to live long
But I needed the Devil,
A deal in the dark
To trade off my soul
For her spark."
Bleed out on the ice...
We were so close to mine...
Tis the season to feast
You can't dine without wine...
Drive home Christmas Eve...
Red lights all around...
Leave hope in this ditch...
And my feet off holy ground...
Ho-ho-HO NO, this is not the North Pole!
There’s cold 'a Noel' from the hole in your soul
Ain’t naughty or nice, you're lost and alone
Hell's bells kid—you dialled the wrong phone
I’ve carried worse wishes on nights just like these
When the world seems to break a part at the seams
He rubs his red nose, “the price is so steep…”
Then looks at my wife, “—But I know the technique.
Moon rising high, blood bank running low
As Santa hot-wires her heart full of snow
Pulls A quill black as coal from his bloodstained sack,
"No more crying kid, write her name, bring her back!"
Ho-ho-HOW does one go about waking the dead?
He says, “reindeer can't fly on just carrots and bread”
“I keep them alive - with gifts I imbue
There’s magic in hope and there’s magic in you.”
My work he checks twice, but her name I write right
Spelled out in the runes, start glowing bright white
No longer lost, she's back home, home and free
She embraces me hard and whispers...
"honey who is he?"
I never wanted... to bathe in damnation...
“I owe you my life for eternal salvation”
He turns, eyes weary, with sleigh bell and bride—
“Merry Christmas, you asshole, don't drink and drive"
Written by: Oliver Watson
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