Mortuaries, dead of night
My body starts to rise
In my mind the horror lives
To feel death deep inside
Relentless lust of rotting flesh
To thrash the tomb she lies
Heathen whore of Satan's wrath
I spit at your demise
Virgin child now drained of life
Your soul cannot be free
Not given the chance to rot in Hell
Satan's cross points to Hell
The earth I must uncover
A passion grows to feast upon
The frozen blood inside her
I feel the urge the growing need
To fuck this sinful corpse
My task's complete, the bitch's soul
Lies raped in demonic lust
My body starts to rise
In my mind the horror lives
To feel death deep inside
Relentless lust of rotting flesh
To thrash the tomb she lies
Heathen whore of Satan's wrath
I spit at your demise
Virgin child now drained of life
Your soul cannot be free
Not given the chance to rot in Hell
Satan's cross points to Hell
The earth I must uncover
A passion grows to feast upon
The frozen blood inside her
I feel the urge the growing need
To fuck this sinful corpse
My task's complete, the bitch's soul
Lies raped in demonic lust
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