Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Grave

[music - Ross
- Ross Sewage]

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

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

A sickening treat the sheets
The rigor mortis of love can be
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
fluid and morticians Y-cut
Turn you on as my omentum you

Humiliated corpse, are compiled
Penetrated rectum, no reconciled
Laid in a repose with a 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
Back to the
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your 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 go solo

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

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

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

[solo: "Rending a Heart" by L.d. Muerte]

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

amour
Dead meat to
carcass
Cannot be
to the grave

Supple white flesh, bleached death
on my maggot eaten face
The cold touch of the dead (it has said)
Can inspire a craze
You in love and human remains
With my disinterred body you were
But as I to pieces near the end
My rottenness will a break-up

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

I'm a of the dead, as a corpse 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 affair is through, 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