Slave To The Casket
To have and to hold after death`s done its part

In a grave lying cold there remains my heart

In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation

Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation

To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished

For richer or poorer

Even though I abhor her...



In a chapel we were wed

We found marital bliss

Now in this chapel of the dead

Again we shall kiss...



Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love`s icy flame

A dutiful bridegrume`s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname

By night it`s her embrace that I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave

By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave



On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts

On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this

Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often

Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin

My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore,

Since she has passed on, death is all I live for

At times it`s mortifying, being in love with a stiff

The rigors of marriage were never quite like this...



In a chapel we were wed

Seeking marital bliss

Now in this chapel of the dead

I once more open your lips



Drawn back to my consort, To feel the passion of love`s icy flame

An amorous necrophile`s compulsion, To ravish the corpse who took my name

By night it`s her embrace that I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave

By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave



SLAVE TO THE CASKET

SLAVE TO THE CASKET

SLAVE TO THE CASKET

SLAVE TO THE CASKET



Though her beauty has long since decayed

My love carries on unafraid

Emboldened by the stench of my wife, I give her the fuck of her afterlife-acap