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