Dead Body Pile Necrophile
Morbus Chron
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 death 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