The little bell echoes, the great bell groans

this templed city of tombs

where death and grief blooms



Fiendish desires in human form, leather clad,

black is the veil streaming in the wind

stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates



Death among the dead, haunting mausoleums

all this death, oh, juyful sight

Naked on a table of stone

Juices dripping from the wet chaste

excitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear



Death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks

The licking tongues of fire, lustful and chrusing



Funeral Bitch, the urge is so strong

Funeral Bitch, the night is so long