The little bell echoes
the great bell groans
this templed city of tombs
where d**h 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
d**h among the dead, haunting masoleums
all this d**h, oh, joyful sight
naked on a table of stone
juices dripping from the wet chaste
exitement of fear and d**h, it's to me so dear
d**h life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks
the licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing
funeral b**h, the urge is so strong
funeral b**h, the night is so long