The Undercroft Desecration.

I don't need your permission,
To put you into submission,
You're already dead,
From your toes to your head.

I stick my tongue in your miasis mouth,
Running my fingers in your rotten south,
All I feel is ecstasy,
Running through my body.

Immortalization is running aloft,
Desecration of an undercroft,
Resurrection, There's no need to stop,
Fucking dead bodies.
Morbid tale of execution,
Forbid the rights of mastication,
Horrid vales of mutilation,
disemboweled orgies.

Now my manhood is a thrust,
Groping cadavers is a must,
Penetrating your cunt as it rots,
Now it's bursting with pulsing maggots,
My needs are almost complete,
All I have to do is eat,
Your filth ridden crotch is my meal,
The taste of the flesh makes me squeal.

In pleasure,
Can't measure,
My future,
My treasure.

It is true dead girls can't say no,
I put my meat in her dry mouth to blow,
I bite off her tits and ravish her ass,
The only thing that makes time seem to pass.

Just as I'm about to finish,
The hopes of all pleasure seems to diminish,
She rises back from the dead,
And bites off my bleeding dick head.

This is the end as life as I know it,
The whole grave site comes to life,
They take me apart limb by limb,
I shall be fucked by the dead now.