Bone pale, dead moon
Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave
She walks amongst the carven stones
Seeing black, I found the morbid way
I heard her call
Her funeral moans
I was transfixed
She took my soul
Dread night, crypt trip
Following the shadows in my mind
Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze
Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face
I heard her call
Her funeral moans
I was transfixed
She took my soul
Death entwined with beauty
She drained my bleeding soul
I saw the casket open
She is a funeral
Grey mist, death kiss
In the ground six feet of darkness sighed
Drifting down, I heard her laugh
As the maggots squirmed between her thighs
I heard her call
Her funeral moans
I was transfixed
She took my soul
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