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Necropomophism - a duet
To Raise the Dead
This is the life.
This is the pain.
Alas! The pleasure, to die again.
Bury the exulted.
In a grave of glass.
Just take a breath, I shall go past.
To squeeze your heart, the living blood.
Caresses my eyes, with crimson love.
I see the hurt, I feel the pain.
Give it to me!
So I can live again.
Foreplay of Death
Rejoice in blood, Embrace in pain,
eternal life, never die again,
Spin and twist in ecstasy,
the mortal deamons flock to me.
Oh but why! This burning song,
echoes in halls long since gone.
It carries a tune on a sea of despair,
to caress the waves of your soft hair.
To this I owe an endless romance,
By dusk, the grave I am entranced.