Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still
A burial site
The gateway creaks
I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks
The clock strikes twelve
Ancient ground
And mossy rocks
A smell unsound
A grave unlocks
Oldest sin...
Palest skin...
Ageless grin...
...death!
Ruthless Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
A romance with the grave
The fog lies thick
And moon does rise
Her antique chique
Glares in my eyes
A first shy kiss
And silent moans
In the abyss
The coffin groans
In close embrace
Desires deep
And for her grace
In joy I weep
Oldest sin...
Palest skin...
Ageless grin...
...death!
Ruthless Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
A romance with the grave
