Rigor Mortis - Num Skull

Asleep at dawn, awake at dust

Arise in the night time my right time for lust

Morbid dreams, unreal it seems

Down to the morgue as our Lord lies asleep

Creeping in unleashing sin

To invade the decayed corpses within

I love the touch almost too much

Sensing a thrill from the chill as I touch

Stiff and cold she lied

Her life has gone to hide

Her fluids have all dried

The smell of death inside

Reeking, leaking

As I plunge deep inside

Searching for love that I knew I would find

Down at the morgue there are stored at this time

Bodies that rot, lie dormant till their time

Awaiting the seeds that I bring

Relentless affection, perfection, injection

No presence of mercy in sight

Love after death, no heartbeat no breath

The contents of this horrid plight

Losing my mind falling in love with the dead!