Crypt of Thanatophilia - Tribulation

The urge grows ever stronger

A tasty stiff is what I need

I can’t wait any longer

A dead birth to plant my seed

The stench of death it fills my brain

Rigormortic love satisfaction gained

In here I master what now is mine

Ejaculation turning divine

Desecrate blasphemy

Repulsive misery

A divine dead filling spree

Dead corpse just for me

Hacking their bones while

I lick them so cold inside

I feel their intestines rot

Peeling the skin from the skull

I rip bones from the ribs

Sockets pouring blood

The stench of death it fills my brain

Rigormortic love satisfaction gained

In here I master what now is mine

Ejaculation turning divine