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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

A lovely little necrowhore