Nekromanticos

Death will come
And we will spit on it
Our loves
Will be eternal
Working in the morgue
We steal bodies
We ejaculate blood
Forever sick

We are not romantics
We are necromantics!

We will have phobias
Drown fears
Unearth old secrets
You lie down
With dead flesh
Putrefied loves
Wooden toys

We are not romantics
We are necromantics!

Death will come
And you will spit on it
We only seek necro pleasure
Primitive instinct
Knife between the lips
Orgasm and death
Necro pleasure

We are not romantics
We are necromantics!

Necromantics!
Necromantics!