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