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