Album: Gates of Punishment
Within the dark walls of the charnel,my obsession begins to overflow
As i exhume the woman in decay.
Impliable form.
A celibate death i take away.
This is adulation.
Inanimated premeditation.
This is my rejection to the living.
Necro satisfaction.
Death will satisfy.
At rest,frozen,buried body,extract her skin.
Inelastic life,expand the holes,pushing deeper in.
Disarranging her carcass,my lust will never stop.
Is this the life that i feel pressing against my face my dear?
Is your presence within me?
Your trace is delicate to feel
Within the dark walls.....
It is the coldness that you feel pressing against your face my dear.
My presence is not in you.
The trace i left is your insides.
Within the dark walls....
Infect everything i touch
(Dank an claudia für den Text)