Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Grave

[music - Ross
[lyrics - Ross

Exhumed, and consumed
My torpid flesh has sullied by your spunk
And I have played privy to your necrotic
You so enjoyed my decrepit funk
My organs and entrails you assailed
mound of thoracic de-activity
A lover you have found, six down
from my skin the moist lividity

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

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

Humiliated corpse, insults are
Penetrated rectum, no guilt
Laid in a with a grisly smile
Used and abused, my existence defiled 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 sick fun, but now I am done, it's for you to cum
Back to the
Our affair is through, I've no 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
Back to the

you needed me
But now go solo

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

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

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

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

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

Sanguine
Dead meat to
Putrid
be saved
Back to the

Supple white flesh, with death
on my maggot eaten 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 to pieces near the end
My will force a break-up

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

I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your
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, you've your deathly dues
Back to the
We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you go