Robe of Ectoplasm

I dreamt of death

In all of the different forms

I was proud to hear

Death's call

Burning cunt

Tastiest wine

Nothing can bring me

Back to life

I need fever, I need all the lust

All the old age and all the dust

I need visions

I need sights

I need cramps

Delusional nights

Sweat, cold sweat, cold sweat

Sweat, cold sweat, cold sweat

Rapture in the resonance, horns of the holy mountain

Under the flick of the switch, going against the grain

I loom beneath

The waving feathers of darkness

I remain in silence

And watch as the pale knight rises

I find my pleasures

In the withering flowers, or fresh graves

I have no fear inside

Just deep gasps of black and purple haze

Dying fathoms of the heavens underneath

Robe of ectoplasm running down my cheek

My secret love for the dead

After you're gone, I come standing by your bed