Lyrics Robe of Ectoplasm - Spiritus Mortis

Robe of Ectoplasm

I dreamt of death in all of the different forms
I was proud to hear death’s call
Burning cunt, tastiest wine
Nothing can bring me back to life
I need fever, I need all the lust, all the old age, and all the dust
I need visions, I need sights, I need cramps, delusional nights
Rapture in the resonance, horns of the holy mountain
Under the flick of the switch, going against the grain
I loom beneath the waving feathers of darkness
I remain in silence, and watch as the pale knight rises
I find my pleasures in the withering flowers, or fresh graves
I have no fear inside
Just deep gasps of black and purple haze
Dying fathoms of the heavens underneath
Robe of ectoplasm running down my cheek
My secret love for the dead
After you’re gone, I come standing by your bed