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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