Текст песни autopsy - Robbing The Grave
autopsy - Robbing The Grave слова песни
It`s love of the deadArising from her sleepTo the sweet smell of decayLying in a coffinDead flesh she cravesThere`s kissing, of course, caressing,blood drinking, the smell, the attractionMorbid lust must be satisfiedIn the shadows she must hideEntering the sacred tombTo fuck those who have diedWhen you lie on some bodies,blood comes out of their mouth,and the weight of my body pushes it out.That`s called purcingKissing the fleshSo dead and coldPurging bloodTo drink and be wholeStrength from the deadTo feed the soulI definitely enjoy swallowing blood.It`s very arousing making lovewith a body and drinking some of the bloodRobbing the graveThere`s a difference between tucking and making love.Maybe some pudish luck dead rises. I make love to themScreaming in agonyComing on the corpseTakes it home in the hearseSo she can get some moreWhen I enjoy myself with a corpse,it`s a high beyond any I`ve ever had