Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still
burial site

The gateway creaks
I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks
The clock strikes twelve

Ancient ground
And mossy rocks
smell unsound
grave unlocks

Oldest sin...
Palest skin...
Ageless grin...
... death!
 [bad word] Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
romance with the grave

The fog lies thick
And moon does rise
Her antique chique
Glares in my eyes

first shy kiss
And silent moans
In the abyss
The coffin groans

In close embrace
Desires deep
And for her grace
In joy I weep

Oldest sin...
Palest skin...
Ageless grin...
... death!
 [bad word] Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
romance with the grave