
Date of issue: 24.06.2005
Song language: English
Robbing the Grave |
Arising from her sleep |
To the sweet smell of decay |
Lying in a coffin |
Dead flesh she craves |
There’s kissing, of course, caressing, |
blood drinking, the smell, the attraction |
Morbid lust must be satisfied |
In the shadows she must hide |
Entering the sacred tomb |
To fuck those who have died |
When you lie on some bodies, |
blood comes out of their mouth, |
and the weight of my body pushes it out. |
That’s called purcing |
Kissing the flesh |
So dead and cold |
Purging blood |
To drink and be whole |
Strength from the dead |
To feed the soul |
I definitely enjoy swallowing blood. |
It’s very arousing making love |
with a body and drinking some of the blood |
Robbing the grave |
There’s a difference between tucking and making love. |
Maybe some pudish luck dead rises. |
I make love to them |
Screaming in agony |
Coming on the corpse |
Takes it home in the hearse |
So she can get some more |
When I enjoy myself with a corpse, |
it’s a high beyond any I’ve ever had |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay | 2005 |
Charred Remains | 2016 |
Service for a Vacant Coffin | 2016 |
In the Grip of Winter | 2005 |
Disembowel | 2016 |
Torn from the Womb | 2005 |
Ridden with Disease | 2016 |
Gasping for Air | 2016 |
Severed Survival | 2016 |
Slaughterday | 2005 |
Pagan Saviour | 2016 |
Impending Dread | 2016 |
Embalmed | 2016 |
Critical Madness | 2016 |
Dark Crusade | 2005 |
Hole in the Head | 2005 |
Stillborn | 2016 |
The Sick Get Sicker | 2018 |
Mental Funeral | 2005 |
Funerality | 2016 |