A Wedding for the Dead Lyrics

Nighttime is the time for Us
Flesh corspes to be Collected
Tearing through the Mausolem
Digging in the flesh dug Soil

Under a headstone with no Name
Treasures might reveal Themselves
Parts sorely needed this Night
To assemble the horrible Bride

Stitches through skin that slightly Rots
Bones are needed lots and Lots
To from the grotesque and Beatuful
And make it walk Again

Behind the veil is only Dust
In the form of a dried out Corpse
A mummy to be Wed
In the Wedding of the Dead

A severed arm and a ripped off Head
Stitched together Crudely
A ceremony for the Deceased
A Wedding for the Dead