Morbus Chron - Dead Body Pile Necrophile lyrics

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