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Whispering softly from deep in her tomb

I hear it each night in my dreams

"Cast off your skin, be set free from the lie-

Mortal flesh cannot contain you"

Tormented thoughts hearing only the voice

Deaths voice known only to me

Patiently waiting in her place of rest

I must join her eternally

Writhing inside, the voice of the dead

I heed its call, when it whispers to me

A crypt in the church yard, unused for so long

I break all the locks in my way

Cut my wrists deep and I peel back the skin

Consumating my new life

The musk rises in and i'm drunk on the fumes

Tasting the air as I breathe

Now at her side, caressing my bride

What's left here is all that I need

Burning inside, compulsion driving me

I take its hand, and from her I feed