Born in a Casket
Enter the crypts of hell, to impregnate the deadFresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonightUndying lust for cadaverous molestationSights of death building my sensationsFerocious need for decomposing bodies
Sex with the dead now I must breedWithin the stiff corpse planting my seedThe taste of formaldehyde, smell of the rotSuck out the goo, feast on her crotch
Raging fires of hell, burning through my soulMy love for a dead fuck, I cannot controlThe child soon will rise, all evil will surviveBirth through death
The newborn needs a feast, its mother is the mealChomping on her flesh, his teeth tearing her skin
I love to fuck the dead, demons in my headTearing at my brain
Bleeding sores beginning to stenchWhile you lick the festering stumpGreen infection discharging pusDevour the putrid afterbirth