Morbid Lust - Tsjuder

Sepulchral whispers in the night

So silent, so cold

Carried by a funeral wind

Seductive hellish desires

Her carnal tomb voice haunts me still

As I enter the city of death

Her lifeless breath

Restless morbid lust

In a coffin lies my beauty

Alone and awake waiting for me

Dressed only in white silk

The ravenous grim and

Those black eyes of yours

Your bluish skin for me to hold

My flesh hunger for the tomb world

For a kiss of your cold lips

Cold steel my veins are open

In a cold forgotten mausoleum

Where only the funeral wind blows

Where only death and grief blooms

Finally my flesh and bloodline ends