Slave to the Casket Lyrics
| Song | Slave to the Casket |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Slaughtercult |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harvey | |
| To have and to hold after death`s done its part | |
| In a grave lying cold there remains my heart | |
| In sickness and stealth | |
| I come for conjugal exhumation | |
| Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation | |
| To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished | |
| For richer or poorer | |
| Even though | |
| I abhor her... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| We found marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| Again we shall kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love`s icy flame | |
| A dutiful bridegrume`s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname | |
| By night it`s her embrace that | |
| I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket`s slave | |
| On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts | |
| On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this | |
| Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often | |
| Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin | |
| My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore, | |
| Since she has passed on, death is all | |
| I live for | |
| At times it`s mortifying, being in love with a stiff | |
| The rigors of marriage were never quite like this... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| Seeking marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| I once more open your lips | |
| Drawn back to my consort, | |
| To feel the passion of love`s icy flame | |
| An amorous necrophile`s compulsion, | |
| To ravish the corpse who took my name | |
| By night it`s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket`s slave | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| Though her beauty has long since decayed | |
| My love carries on unafraid | |
| Emboldened by the stench of my wife, | |
| I give her the **** of her afterlife | |
| My love is beautifully pure | |
| In putrefactive innards immured | |
| Once I was soft and unable to love her | |
| Now six feet down | |
| I molest my dead lover | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| I never found the true bliss | |
| Till in this chapel of the dead | |
| We shared a stolen kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the chranel house, | |
| To feel the cold breath of love`s icy flame | |
| Now you take all of me deep inside you, | |
| The way once you took my name | |
| By night it`s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket`s slave... |
| zuo qu : Harvey | |
| To have and to hold after death s done its part | |
| In a grave lying cold there remains my heart | |
| In sickness and stealth | |
| I come for conjugal exhumation | |
| Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation | |
| To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished | |
| For richer or poorer | |
| Even though | |
| I abhor her... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| We found marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| Again we shall kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love s icy flame | |
| A dutiful bridegrume s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave | |
| On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts | |
| On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this | |
| Necronuptial bliss is hard to find often | |
| Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin | |
| My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore, | |
| Since she has passed on, death is all | |
| I live for | |
| At times it s mortifying, being in love with a stiff | |
| The rigors of marriage were never quite like this... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| Seeking marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| I once more open your lips | |
| Drawn back to my consort, | |
| To feel the passion of love s icy flame | |
| An amorous necrophile s compulsion, | |
| To ravish the corpse who took my name | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| Though her beauty has long since decayed | |
| My love carries on unafraid | |
| Emboldened by the stench of my wife, | |
| I give her the of her afterlife | |
| My love is beautifully pure | |
| In putrefactive innards immured | |
| Once I was soft and unable to love her | |
| Now six feet down | |
| I molest my dead lover | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| I never found the true bliss | |
| Till in this chapel of the dead | |
| We shared a stolen kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the chranel house, | |
| To feel the cold breath of love s icy flame | |
| Now you take all of me deep inside you, | |
| The way once you took my name | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave... |
| zuò qǔ : Harvey | |
| To have and to hold after death s done its part | |
| In a grave lying cold there remains my heart | |
| In sickness and stealth | |
| I come for conjugal exhumation | |
| Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation | |
| To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished | |
| For richer or poorer | |
| Even though | |
| I abhor her... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| We found marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| Again we shall kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love s icy flame | |
| A dutiful bridegrume s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave | |
| On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts | |
| On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this | |
| Necronuptial bliss is hard to find often | |
| Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin | |
| My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore, | |
| Since she has passed on, death is all | |
| I live for | |
| At times it s mortifying, being in love with a stiff | |
| The rigors of marriage were never quite like this... | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| Seeking marital bliss | |
| Now in this chapel of the dead | |
| I once more open your lips | |
| Drawn back to my consort, | |
| To feel the passion of love s icy flame | |
| An amorous necrophile s compulsion, | |
| To ravish the corpse who took my name | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| SLAVE TO T | |
| HE CASKET | |
| Though her beauty has long since decayed | |
| My love carries on unafraid | |
| Emboldened by the stench of my wife, | |
| I give her the of her afterlife | |
| My love is beautifully pure | |
| In putrefactive innards immured | |
| Once I was soft and unable to love her | |
| Now six feet down | |
| I molest my dead lover | |
| In a chapel we were wed | |
| I never found the true bliss | |
| Till in this chapel of the dead | |
| We shared a stolen kiss... | |
| Drawn back to the chranel house, | |
| To feel the cold breath of love s icy flame | |
| Now you take all of me deep inside you, | |
| The way once you took my name | |
| By night it s her embrace that | |
| I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave | |
| By undying love | |
| I am depraved, | |
| I am the casket s slave... |
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