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Necrowhore

He strangles you, until your life fade
As you turn into a necrobabe
He can do what the fuck he want
With your fucking body, and your fucking cunt
He can touch you, he can feel you
But there's no life inside you
Neither strength nor soul that resists
His sick lust in the funeral mist
Lifeless bride reeks of death
Pale skin, cold dead flesh
A fever rise in the macabre dance
His climax reached in a bizarre romance
So super, so grotesque
Waiting there on the floor
So super, so grotesque
A lovely little necrowhore
He loves to touch you, and to feel you
But there's no life inside you
Neither strength nor soul that resists
His sick lust in the funeral mist
Lifeless bride reeks of death
Pale skin, cold dead flesh
Before maggots starts to infest you
He is going to fuck you one more time
Necrowhore, necrowhore
So super, so grotesque
Waiting there on the floor
So super, so grotesque