wake up raise now from your dusty dwell
death [bad word] you oh so well
always there when i need you
unlike the living you will [bad word] 
never cause me any pain
always do what i tell you to

each night you chanting with the wind
you flirting with the moon oh sweet sin
you want to me

screaming calling for me
unmask their beauty at the old cemetery
sad eyes pale lips once so red
oh sweet return of the loving dead

my sleeping beauties leave your silent graves
cold body gently i embrace
always understand my needs
i only did what best for us i guess
your lives for my happiness
 [bad word] when my heart bleeds

each night we chanting with the wind
flirting with the moon oh sweet sin
still want to me

screaming calling for me
unmask their beauty at the old cemetery
sad eyes pale lips once so red
oh the sweet return of the loving dead