Down on Cold One's

Digging up a putrefied corpse The way to fullfill my lust Slice the body open from inside Sex with the dead is what I need Human flesh is what I need I am hungering for ecstacy Sphere of the rotted surrounding me Crawling inside the flesh Deluded by the stench of death Nothing else can distract me Human flesh is what I need I am hungering for ecstacy I am hungering for ecstacy