Exhumed
Slave To The Casket
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| Added 1 September 2011 user Iron Man |
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Lyrics Slave To The Casket
To have and to hold after death`s done its part
In a grave lying cold there remains my heart
In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation
Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation
To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished
For richer or poorer
Even though I abhor her...
In a chapel we were wed
We found marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
Again we shall kiss...
Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love`s icy flame
A dutiful bridegrume`s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname
By night it`s her embrace that I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave
By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave
On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts
On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this
Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often
Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin
My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore,
Since she has passed on, death is all I live for
At times it`s mortifying, being in love with a stiff
The rigors of marriage were never quite like this...
In a chapel we were wed
Seeking marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
In a grave lying cold there remains my heart
In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation
Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation
To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished
For richer or poorer
Even though I abhor her...
In a chapel we were wed
We found marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
Again we shall kiss...
Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love`s icy flame
A dutiful bridegrume`s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname
By night it`s her embrace that I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave
By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave
On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts
On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this
Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often
Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin
My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore,
Since she has passed on, death is all I live for
At times it`s mortifying, being in love with a stiff
The rigors of marriage were never quite like this...
In a chapel we were wed
Seeking marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
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