Come the Carnivor

Now the tomb is bare

Scraps of cloth and hair

And though his body burned

He returnedWho's knocking on my door?

Calling the carnivore

Now he eats your skin

You can't winNow you see my face

Agog at my grace

I have never died

Be my brideJoin me now in death

While life you possess

This, my gift to thee

Death, eternally