Lyrics
Trapped in a stranglehold
So cold my desire, though forged in fire
Deprived of the cure, now seething
Consumed by a lust for flesh unbreathing
No longer, can I hide my ways
Frantic compulsion has led me to stalking their graves
Too long has it haunted dreams
The pale of their face, the lack of their screams
Expelling the soil that's kept me longing
A manic rush, a trembling state
As I see the moonlight grace her coffin
A strike from my axe unfurling the casket
Unleashing a stench, vomit induced
I writhe in fierce satisfaction
My gaze fixed upon her
A withering corpse
Overrun by freezing sweat
Within I must explore
So cold my desire though forged in fire
The pale of their face, the euphoria I chase
Expelling the soil that's kept me longing
A manic rush, a trembling state
As I see the moonlight grace her coffin
A strike from my axe unfurling the casket
Unleashing a stench, vomit induced
I writhe in fierce satisfaction
Forcing my entry I feel alive
Though she's cold and empty
In agony enshrined
No longer can I hide my ways
Frantic compulsion has led me to stalking their graves
Too long has it haunted dreams
The pale of their face, the lack of their screams
It's only the start, I've yet to begin
Spreading my terror, perfecting my sin
Lewd degradation, postmortem copulation
Deflower their soul, necrophoria in control