The Ghost Who Mourns

Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never
There in that chilling abyss.. lurks a ghost
Who mourns my dead kiss
I take her, and f*ck her..so vile..defile..
Come for me in this deviled crypt
Where I'll show you a perverse trip
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
Be my song of requiem..
And the choir of my solemn..
Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never...
I smell the scent of cadavers upon your essence
With odoriferous perfumes of penance
Be my bride and jewel to be
'Less you're a goddess of my ministry
Come for me in this deviled crypt
Where I'll show you a perverse trip
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Be my song of requiem..
And the choir of my solemn..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...