Twenty years of gathering
Hundred open graves
Friendship with the corpses
Pleasure slaves
Stack in a pile
Who'll be first?
Decaying virgin flesh
Fulfilling my thirst
Dead
Body Pile
Dead Body Pile Necrophile
Removing maggots from my stick
Legs will open, I will lick
Taste of pus and rotten d**h
Up and down 'til I'm out of breath
Dead body love
Fits like a glove
No more rejects
Moving on to the next
Dead
Body Pile
Dead Body Pile Necrophile