Within the dark walls of the charnel,
My obsession begins to overflow.
As I exhume the woman in decay,
A celibate death I take away.
Inanimated premeditation,
This is (This is) my rejection to the living,
Disarranging her carcass,
Disarranging her carcass,
Is this the light that I feel pressing against my face my dear?
Is this your presence within me?
Your trace is delicate to feel.
Within the dark walls of the charnel,
My obsession begins to overflow.
As I exhume the woman in decay,
A celibate death I take away.
It is the coldness that you feel pressing against your face my dear,
My presence is not in you,
The trace I left is your insides.
Within the dark walls of the charnel,
My obsession begins to overflow.
As I exhume the woman in decay,
A celibate death I take away.
Infect everything I touch.
Is this the light that I feel pressing against my face my dear?
Is this your presence within me?
Your trace is delicate to feel.