She Is a Funeral - Autopsy

Bone pale, dead moon

Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave

She walks amongst the carven stones

Seeing black, I found the morbid way

I heard her call

Her funeral moans

I was transfixed

She took my soul

Dread night, crypt trip

Following the shadows in my mind

Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze

Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face

Death entwined with beauty

She drained my bleeding soul

I saw the casket open

She is a funeral

(Lead — DC)

Grey mist, death kiss

In the ground six feet of darkness sighed

Drifting down, I heard her laugh

As the maggots squirmed between her thighs