As the fullmoon is rising in the misty night he visits the dead ones with love in sight
The graveyard soil he shove to dig up and disebowel Digging the dust craving for lust
He opens the coffin with trembling hands to fullfill his desires and satisfy his demands
The rotting corpse comes alive hear the whispering dead A necrotic love that never dies morbid voices in his head
A deviant dark perversion more sinister than most But fornication is hard when your victim's decomposedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
