Mystic Grave - Seven Coffins | Текст песни

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Tonight
as fresh as they come
on the far side of the graveyard
the morticians lair
a morbid, gloomy vault

A gateway to hellish pleasures
an oasis on sacred grounds
but i have to pay the price
to taste his pulsating flesh
and make him satisfied

For too long I've settled for fiction
I've become a beast with the sickest addiction
born with a rotten and twisted kind of mind
to touch the embalmed dead makes me feel all warm inside

In the dark corridor
seething with spiders

A sweet scent of the cadavers
floating around me
I light the candles

Seven coffins!
Seven choices!

Aaaaahhhhhhh...

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