Altar Blood - Grave Desecrator Lyrics

Dug up for stimulation
Horrifying grave desecration
Decayed pine box with a corpse inside
Body parts for sick intentions
Dug up for stimulation
Horrifying grave desecration
Take advantage of the deceased
Body parts for harsh copulation

A gore hounds delight the glory the might
The pale shine of hair when the moon is just right
Beyond necromantic the dead do not panic
What I need to see is unanimated
I chop the dead I start with their heads
Multiple holes for me to play with
I start to climax with no eye contact
F*cking you seems so unreal

Peeling the casket lid back
Flesh molded and black
Carnal indulgence attack
As the bones snap and crack

Crowbars to crack open the mausoleum
I think how the dead might have lived when I see them
The dead's what I crave, I break into graves
Corpses they don't make a sound
Fondled remains, embalming stains
The smell of disgust of old rotten musk
Maggot encrusted, orifices busted
Your family mourns over my craft

Raping the rot
I will never stop
Cryptic masturbator
Satanic grave desecrator

Insert fingers into holes that I create
So cold so old penetrate behold the flesh

Satanic quest for perfect ingredients
Easily broken crosses can't keep me out
Inhaling the stench does not bother me
Needlessly breaking coffins in just to see

Raping the rot
I will never stop
Cryptic masturbator
Satanic grave desecrator

Manipulating the inner sensories of an unhinged and deranged psycho necrophiliac
Manipulating the inner sensories of an unhinged and deranged psycho necrophiliac