18 Days
CHRIS BARNES, ROB J ARNOLD
Dead decayed now
In the cold ground
You can't hear me
And I'm screaming your name
Why have you gone?
Away from me
Away to the grave
Now it is empty
This soul of mine
I have been chosen to murder the living
I have been chosen to kill you slowly
It grips me
The sickness
That now dwells
The brutal hacking motion
Of my knife blade
Your young wife is now killed by my hand to entomb and unearth
In 18 days I will fuck the decayed
The strength of the open grave
The corpse calls my name
On my cock a pus filled cunt leaks my juice down her throat
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Wait for me
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripe for me