Lyrics Crypt of Thanatophilia - Tribulation

Crypt of Thanatophilia

The urge grows ever stronger
A tasty stiff is what I need
I can’t wait any longer
A dead birth to plant my seed
The stench of death it fills my brain
Rigormortic love satisfaction gained
In here I master what now is mine
Ejaculation turning divine
Desecrate blasphemy
Repulsive misery
A divine dead filling spree
Dead corpse just for me
Hacking their bones while
I lick them so cold inside
I feel their intestines rot
Peeling the skin from the skull
I rip bones from the ribs
Sockets pouring blood
The stench of death it fills my brain
Rigormortic love satisfaction gained
In here I master what now is mine
Ejaculation turning divine