Jarboe

At last its coming up, the sun
The bodysnatchers day be gone
With blackened teeth and ruddy skin
And swigging long upon his gin
Hes weak with his breaking back
The corpse he carries in his sack.
The bulging burlap caked with clay
Is foul yet musky from where it lay
Beside his shovel, oh precious rubble
Inside her cold and lonely grave
The mournful wind sings songs of praise:
How lovely she in her blue dress
Behold the tempting virgin flesh
Her sunken eyes filled with blind grace
Her shrunken lips with secret tastes...
For raven hair in tangles coiled
Upon white satin, he hath toiled.
Hed held her dainty feet and sighed...
The downy smooth upon her thighs
And wrapped within his fraying scarf
One little heart floats in a jar...
Swaying quiet now lifts his head
This robber stops to toast the dead
And pray will he in town lust waits
For paid hell be by pounds just weighed...
This night hell roam the streets of mud
Hes slushing down these roads of blood
Tonight hell own the meat and mud
This night hell roam the streets of mud
HES SLUSHING DOWN THESE ROADS OF BLOOD
Tonight hell own the meat and mud
HELL DRINK THESE STREETS
HELL EAT THIS BLOOD
How lovely she in her blue dress
Behold the tempting virgin flesh
Ravished only by one called
Death
[ The Body Lover Lyrics ]