Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slave to the Casket , by - Exhumed. Song from the album Slaughtercult, in the genre Release date: 14.08.2000
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Slave to the Casket |
| To have and to hold after death’s done its part |
| In a grave lying cold there remains my heart |
| In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation |
| Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation |
| To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished |
| For richer or poorer |
| Even though I abhor her… |
| In a chapel we were wed |
| We found marital bliss |
| Now in this chapel of the dead |
| Again we shall kiss… |
| Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love’s icy flame |
| A dutiful bridegrume’s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname |
| By night it’s her embrace that I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave |
| By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket’s slave |
| On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts |
| On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this |
| Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often |
| Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin |
| My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore |
| Since she has passed on, death is all I live for |
| At times it’s mortifying, being in love with a stiff |
| The rigors of marriage were never quite like this… |
| In a chapel we were wed |
| Seeking marital bliss |
| Now in this chapel of the dead |
| I once more open your lips |
| Drawn back to my consort, To feel the passion of love’s icy flame |
| An amorous necrophile’s compulsion, To ravish the corpse who took my name |
| By night it’s her embrace that I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave |
| By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket’s slave |
| SLAVE TO THE CASKET |
| SLAVE TO THE CASKET |
| SLAVE TO THE CASKET |
| SLAVE TO THE CASKET |
| Though her beauty has long since decayed |
| My love carries on unafraid |
| Emboldened by the stench of my wife, I give her the fuck of her afterlife |
| My love is beautifully pure |
| In putrefactive innards immured |
| Once I was soft and unable to love her |
| Now six feet down I molest my dead lover |
| In a chapel we were wed |
| I never found the true bliss |
| Till in this chapel of the dead |
| We shared a stolen kiss… |
| Drawn back to the chranel house, To feel the cold breath of love’s icy flame |
| Now you take all of me deep inside you, The way once you took my name |
| By night it’s her embrace that I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave |
| By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket’s slave… |