Robbing The Grave — Autopsy

It's love of the dead

Arising from her sleep To the sweet smell of decay Lying in a coffin Dead flesh she craves

There's kissing, of course, caressing, blood drinking, the smell, the attraction

Morbid lust must be satisfied In the shadows she must hide Entering the sacred tomb To fuck those who have died

When you lie on some bodies, blood comes out of their mouth, and the weight of my body pushes it out. That's called purcing

Kissing the flesh So dead and cold Purging blood To drink and be whole Strength from the dead To feed the soul

I definitely enjoy swallowing blood. It's very arousing making love with a body and drinking some of the blood

Robbing the grave

There's a difference between tucking and making love. Maybe some pudish luck dead rises. I make love to them

Screaming in agony Coming on the corpse Takes it home in the hearse So she can get some more

When I enjoy myself with a corpse, it's a high beyond any I've ever had