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