Come the Carnivor - Gwar

Now the tomb is bare

Scraps of cloth and hair

And though his body burned

He returned

Who’s knocking at my door?

Come the carnivore…

Now he eats your skin

You can’t win

Now you see my face!

Agog at my grace

I have never died

Be my bride…

Join me now in death!

While life you possess

This, my gift to thee…

Death, eternally