Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Grave

[music - Ross
[lyrics - Ross

Exhumed, and consumed
My torpid flesh has been sullied by your
And I have privy to your necrotic whimsy
You so inhaling my decrepit funk
My and entrails you delightfully assailed
Thrashing mound of thoracic
A lover you have found, six feet
Licking my skin the moist lividity

Torn from the tomb for lustful desire
My fouled viscera are you admire
An unholy union on a funeral
A caseated carcass really lights your

A sickening under the sheets
The mortis of love can be hard
And the love that we have made, from the I was laid
Rubbing genitals in my congealing lard
A liver and ensanguined gut
The erotic intestines of this grumous
fluid and morticians Y-cut
Turn you on as my you pound

corpse, insults are compiled
Penetrated rectum, no guilt
Laid in a repose a grisly smile
and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse
you'll share my bed, but usefulness is bled
to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, time for you to cum
to the grave
Our is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
Back to the
We've shared death throes, but my has decomposed, and now you will go
Back to the

you needed me
But now you'll go

"Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath]

Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I
muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress
The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at

Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I in the chest

[solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d.

Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry
Grinding pus and grume, I ram the ass with my fist
Be not as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss
Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such

amour
Dead to crave
Putrid
Cannot be
Back to the

Supple white flesh, with death
Masturbate on my maggot face
The cold of the dead (it has been said)
Can inspire a craze
You partook in love and human
With my disinterred body you were
But as I fall to pieces the end
My will force a break-up

Sever my skull and I'll give you
About your boudoir my limbs are
But with your hunger for now fed
relationship is dead

I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse share my bed, but your usefulness
is
Back to the
had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
Back to the
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, paid your deathly dues
Back to the
We've shared death throes, but my has decomposed, and now you will go