A clandestine love that will wither like a rose
In her death you can't accept so you decide
To savor all your love and mask her beauty
Shame she's already two years dead but you still tried to
Wake up the dead with your moans and cries
Seven years of morbid ecstasy
Dig her up, wake her from her sleep
Prove your love as you fuck her corpse
Insanely you still believe that she is fresh
But under one decade of love of gruesome fetish
They found out about about your sick tainted love affair
Mortally wounded by disdain as you try to
Wake up the dead with your moans and cries
Seven years of morbid ecstasy
Dig her up, wake her from her sleep
Prove your love as you fuck her corpse
Dig her up from the grave fornicate with the dead
In romance
Wake her up from her sleep necrophilia urged your lust
A failure to society
Persecuted by conformity
A failure to society
This is morbidly sick
The stench of death covered by perfumes of odorous bliss
Retardation of decomposition achieved by wax preserving her porcelain beauty as you serenade her to sleep
How could one forget a face that beautiful?
Lying there breathless as her skin starts to rot
She will always be your obsession