I know the cemetery I see the bodies rotten I maintain the land Where so many are forgotten I see the mourner's faces when their loved ones laid to rest I see the mangled corpses and feel the coldness of their flesh
My life must be death I live at the graveyard My wife long since dead and by my children I'm ignored Year after year, living in this misery I've finally found a way to make this a life for me
When the day turns to night I roam through the graves Endlessly fantasizing of their putrid decay A final desecration for a life not worth living Sexual gratification is what I will be getting
Searching for a fresh grave where a body is easily exhumed Pillaging the casket for anything of value I then remove the garments from the maiden laid to rest Suckling the nipples on her stitched, caved-in chest Vomiting as I lust in a sick, perverted rage I see the maggots scurrying as I'm licking her rotting face
Her frail bones crack as teeth fall While ramming my cock into her skull My sexual urge grows with every sickening moment I indulge Necrophilia lust replenishes my once lonesome soul Making sure to violate every open wound and hole This is my new life my real reason to stay alive To be engulfed in pleasure between their rotting thighs I am the old freak at the cemetery on which so many are amused But they cannot point their finger and laugh when it's their body I exhumeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
