| The little bell echoes | |
| the great bell groans | |
| this templed city of tombs | |
| where death and grief blooms | |
| fiendish desires in human form, leather clad | |
| black is the veil, streaming in the wind | |
| stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates | |
| death among the dead, haunting masoleums | |
| all this death, oh, joyful sight | |
| naked on a table of stone | |
| juices dripping from the wet chaste | |
| exitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear | |
| death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks | |
| the licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing | |
| funeral bitch, the urge is so strong | |
| funeral bitch, the night is so long |