Even in death My adoration for you still abounds Though on the ground You lie in a perpetual state of sleep
Our bed of love your sepulchre shall be
‘Twas much too soon Exquisite being in the prime of life Too young to expire Ripped in twain Whilst in the grip of the purest passion The likes of which would make the angels envious
I long for thee Impulsion within me Can't be contained I won't be restrained Though it is bereft of a spirit Your body will not go to waste
My maiden entombed This night we shall be as one
Interred by the sea Such a romantic view hath your grave This act of sepulchral unity Will be felt in the heavens
Even in death My adoration for you still abounds Though on the ground You lie in a perpetual state of sleep
But still I scream: My dead beloved, submit to me!
On this night A joyful high That I never felt during your life
The angels' attempt to tear us apart Shall be repaid This carnal violation Will make them weep this day
While you rest in so delicate a state Gentle I must be My soul is bursting As is your bloated frame deceased
My maiden entombed We are now as oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
