Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Grave

[music - Ross
[lyrics - Sewage]

Exhumed, and consumed
My torpid has been sullied by your spunk
And I have played privy to necrotic whimsy
You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit
My organs and entrails you delightfully
Thrashing mound of thoracic
A lover you have found, six down
Licking from my skin the moist

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

A treat under the sheets
The rigor mortis of can be hard
And the love that we made, from the grave I was laid
your genitals in my congealing lard
A liver and ensanguined gut
The erotic intestines of this mound
Embalming fluid and morticians
you on as my omentum you pound

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

Once you me
But now go solo

[solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C.

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

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

"Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte]

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

Sanguine
meat to crave
Putrid
Cannot be
Back to the

Supple white flesh, with death
on my maggot eaten face
The cold touch of the (it has been said)
Can a necromantic craze
You partook in love and human
With my disinterred body you chuffed
But as I to pieces near the end
My rottenness will force a

Sever my skull and give you head
About your boudoir my limbs are
But with your for death now fed
This is dead

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