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 privy to your necrotic whimsy
You so inhaling my decrepit funk
My organs and entrails you assailed
Thrashing mound of thoracic
A you have found, six feet down
Licking from my skin the moist

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

A treat under the sheets
The rigor of love can be hard
And the love that we have made, from the grave I was
Rubbing genitals in my congealing lard
A glistening and ensanguined gut
The erotic intestines of this grumous
Embalming fluid and Y-cut
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
you'll share my bed, but usefulness is bled
to the grave
I've had my 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
to the grave
We've shared throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
to the grave

Once you 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 tore in the

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

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

Sanguine
Dead to crave
Putrid
Cannot be
to the grave

Supple white flesh, bleached with
Masturbate on my maggot eaten
The touch of the dead (it has been said)
Can inspire a craze
You partook in and human remains
With my body you were chuffed
But as I fall to near the end
My rottenness force a break-up

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

I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but usefulness
is
to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, 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 throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go