Necropolyamorous Lyrics


Decayed coffin lid disclose deathly pale visage

Erection achieved with white larvae, feasting on a dull corpus

Buried six feet deep, free beano

Surely, you won’t resist my enticement

Dour kirk in the ground, our shared cradle

Ferocious vehemence when I relentlessly rape your stern

Grotesquely slithering in the cuboid hole

I won’t leave you, despite frowzy fetor

Bevy of naked corpses on white sheets

Hue emphasizing your innocence

Violated postmortal throes

Pigmentless dermis, worth any sin

I can cum only through the consumption of lividous rancid flesh

Well foreplay increases titillation

Carrions enriched with casein, suet scintillates so resplendent

Greedily I’m sucking posthumous juices

Embrocation and masturbation with deceased condensation

Your epidermis in my urethra, insalubriously derogatory tumescence

Oral sex of decaying corpse (I will remember your taste)

Caressing and massaging of lividous muscles to mitigate rigor mortis

Lucid eyelids reveals inglorious pleasure

Nebulous pupils, twisted upwards peruse intracranium

Scrupulously scolded, more than dead

Gaping holes and prominent concave is what I need

Necropolyamorous festivities, doffing of glands

From this mortal calque I came fulfilled

Sanctified sin, I worship so much

Calamitous in your necro-rectal fissure

Excavation of petrified escutcheon

Dwarfish and squeezed sphincters rubs me kelter…rigor

Defunct bodies, lifeless like a dolls

I can set them into the most licentious figurations

(solo: “Cold carcass caress”)

Detrimental and emetic copulation

Nibbling of cold, hardened mammary glands

We are consuming our affair as I am consuming your mouldy clitoris

Lewd scolding and kissing of a half-decomposed labia majora

Drinking and ejaculating, as the rest of cadavers looks on us through white pupils

Prophesized idea, so ergoneous - dead tetragon

Polyamorous orgy, each one of you I kiss at your discretion

Various stages of decomposition and external traumas, keeps my erection prolonged

Tapping of postmortal lard

Fluids and larvae poured into bowl

I quaff and rub in body fluids

Perfectly as I like, stagnant and humid

This acrimonious melange, erotic carouse

Dismemberment in amorous craze

Tools of trade helping me in the separation of all I adore in you

Limb and gonads, decapitated heads - I squeeze into coffin

Love bed lined with objects of desire

I am up to knees in this detritus quagmire

Laid in hexagonal box, I am closing the lid

To morph into what I admire