Robbing the Grave Lyrics

It's love of the deadArising from her sleep
To the sweet smell of decay
Lying in a coffin
Dead flesh she cravesThere's kissing, of course, caressing,
blood drinking, the smell, the attractionMorbid lust must be satisfied
In the shadows she must hide
Entering the sacred tomb
To fuck those who have diedWhen you lie on some bodies,
blood comes out of their mouth,
and the weight of my body pushes it out.
That's called purcingKissing the flesh
So dead and cold
Purging blood
To drink and be whole
Strength from the dead
To feed the soulI definitely enjoy swallowing blood.
It's very arousing making love
with a body and drinking some of the bloodRobbing the graveThere's a difference between tucking and making love.

Maybe some pudish luck dead rises. I make love to themScreaming in agony
Coming on the corpse
Takes it home in the hearse
So she can get some moreWhen I enjoy myself with a corpse,
it's a high beyond any I've ever had