The little bell echoes, the great bell groans
this templed city of tombs
where death and grief blooms
Fiendish desires in human form, leather clad,
black is the veil streaming in the wind
stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates
Death among the dead, haunting mausoleums
all this death, oh, juyful sight
Naked on a table of stone
Juices dripping from the wet chaste
excitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear
Death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks
The licking tongues of fire, lustful and chrusing
Funeral Bitch, the urge is so strong
Funeral Bitch, the night is so long
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