Disinter Desecrated Corpse
Alone at night in her grave
Sweetly rotting away
Her cold carcass I crave
The feel of her skull
Waiting to be caressed
I open the grave
I cannot control myself
My lust must be satisfied
Desecrated corpse
Unearthing the bodies from below
No one can stop me now
As my addiction slowly grows
Lustful impulse
To copulate with the dead
Life and death are joined
Warm and cold flesh
Desecrated corpse
Unearthing the bodies from below
No one can stop me now
As my addiction slowly grows
Rotting corpses rising from their grave
Ready to be torn away
I decapitate their heads
Demon lord takes your soul!
