Robbing the Grave - Autopsy

Arising from her sleep

To the sweet smell of decay

Lying in a coffin

Dead flesh she craves

There’s kissing, of course, caressing,

blood drinking, the smell, the attraction

Morbid lust must be satisfied

In the shadows she must hide

Entering the sacred tomb

To fuck those who have died

When you lie on some bodies,

blood comes out of their mouth,

and the weight of my body pushes it out.

That’s called purcing

Kissing the flesh

So dead and cold

Purging blood

To drink and be whole

Strength from the dead

To feed the soul

I definitely enjoy swallowing blood.

It’s very arousing making love

with a body and drinking some of the blood

Robbing the grave

There’s a difference between tucking and making love.

Maybe some pudish luck dead rises.

I make love to them

Screaming in agony

Coming on the corpse

Takes it home in the hearse

So she can get some more

When I enjoy myself with a corpse,

it’s a high beyond any I’ve ever had