We dig in the dirt 'til our nails and fingers they bleed try to reach the six feet barrier the depth that satisifes our needs
The graveyard is our brothel and the corpses are our whores
The face of an angel rotten down to the grin of a demon hollow eyes that gaze at me fills my heart with lust and need
This is my bride tonight she fulfils my dreams in the pale moonlight
Live a life in shame and disgrace, with a hunger for my dead delight With a shovel in my hand my urge to dig up graves, satisfy me and give peace to my inner fight reaching for the damned
The stench of death to me is a lovely, sweet perfume how I feel you won't understand to find my love, I need to exhume
Living love is such a lie true love's seen in cadaver eyes
With a shovel in my hand - reaching for the damned one thing that gives me bliss - decomposing of an orificeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
