18 Days - Six Feet Under

Dead decayed now in the cold ground

You can’t hear me

And I’m screaming your name

Why you have gone?

Away from me

Away to the grave

Now it is empty

This soul of mine

I have been chosen to murder the living

I have been chosen to kill you slowly

It grips me, the sickness that now dwells

The brutal hacking motion of my knife blade

Your young wife is now killed by my hand

To entomb and unearth in 18 days

I will fuck the decayed

The stench of the open grave

The corpse calls my name

On my cock a pus filled cunt

Leaks my juice down her throat

You’re dead decayed now

In the cold ground

Ripening

You’re dead decayed now

In the cold ground

Wait for me

You’re dead decayed now

In the cold ground

Ripening

You’re dead decayed now

In the cold ground

Ripe for me