Now the funeral grounds are at last awash with the blackness of a frigid autumn night I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow this night shall birth forth our reckoning hell's jaws now open wide a stare to pierce six feet of soil a love beyond this mortal coil as though you'd never left my side I hold your stiffened body so close to me for years I've lived in dreams awake I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to be I can barely suppress my elation my blood is racing as I strike the lid a quick pry of the casket reveals her body paralyzed so long I've waited for this moment to thrust my fingers deep inside now you will sing this song of the deceased the ones whose souls will never rest in peace the throes of necromantic lust possess my mind cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside I feel alive for once I'm feeling so alive my skin is crawling I'm completed on this resurrection night from this night achieved a morbid truth loves bounds post mortally removed in rapture my mind is lured by my own knife to join this fragile being asleep below in the reflection of a razor I see the moon so perfectly along my impatient veins its steel does graze with the kiss of suicide I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride the silk lining now stained with my offering I embrace the end of my now worthless life