Enter the crypts of [bad word]  to impregnate the dead
Fresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonight
Undying lust for cadaverous molestation
Sights of death building my sensations
Ferocious need for [bad word] bodies
 [bad word] with the dead now I must breed
Within the stiff corpse planting my seed
The taste of formaldahyde, smell of the rot
Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch

Raging fires of [bad word]  burning through my soul
My love for a dead [bad word]  what I cannot control
The child soon will rise, all evil will survive
Birth through death

The newborn needs a feast; its mother is the meal
Chomping on her flesh, his teeth tearing her skin

I love to [bad word] the dead, demons in my head
Tearing at my brain

I love to [bad word] the dead, demons in my head
Tearing at my brain

Bleeding sores beginning to stench
While you lick the festering stump
Green infection discharging puss
Devour the putrid afterbirth
 [bad word] with the dead now I must breed
Within the stiff corpse planting my seed
The taste of formaldahyde, smell of the rot
Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch