The ground is cold and the coffin clammy
The stench from your bed smells afflicted
Pushing soil aside and reaching my goal
Shut off your gases with a needle
The sight that hits me from the open lid
The waste of good meat brings my mind to a boil
I'll set you free from your coffin prison
Lips meet skin, trembling in longing
I hold you close, you feel so cold
My fingers diligently guide me as I kiss each fold
No one can understand my wicked longing
They say I violate the peace of the grave with your corpse in my arms
Over several days, I ingest your body
Although it seems sick, it is not the most еxtreme
I have fillеd you with my desire and I feel no shame
I hope the same thing happens to me when I die someday