Trapped in a stranglehold So cold my desire, though forged in fire Deprived of the cure, now seething Consumed by a lust for flesh unbreathing
No longer, can I hide my ways Frantic compulsion has led me to stalking their graves Too long, has it haunted dreams The pale of their face, the lack of their screams
Expelling the soil that's kept me longing A manic rush, a trembling state As I see the moonlight grace her coffin A strike from my axe—unfurling the casket Unleashing a stench, vomit induced I writhe in fierce satisfaction
My gaze fixed upon her A withering corpse Overrun by freezing sweat Within, I must explore So cold my desire though forged in fire The pale of their face, the euphoria I chase
Expelling the soil that's kept me longing A manic rush, a trembling state
As I see the moonlight grace her coffin A strike from my axe—unfurling the casket
Unleashing a stench, vomit induced I writhe in fierce satisfaction
Forcing my entry I feel alive Though she's cold and empty In agony enshrined
No longer can I hide my ways Frantic compulsion has led me to stalking their graves Too long, has it haunted dreams The pale of their face, the lack of their screams It's only the start, I've yet to begin Spreading my terror, perfecting my sin Lewd degradation, postmortem copulation Deflower their soul, necrophoria in controlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
