He loves the dead
Even after they're cold
A lifless body to caress
Stare into dead eyes
He feels paralysed
Then he starts to undress
His chosen paraphilia
Endless necrophilia
Obsessive necromania
To feel death deep inside
It's fucking Corpse Mania
When their lives end
The real terror begins
He's a desecrator in excess
The way that he likes them
Cold and decomposed
And now it's time to confess
His chosen paraphilia
Endless necrophilia
Obsessive necromania
To feel death deep inside
It's fucking Corpse Mania
It's fucking Corpse Mania!...
