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The grave robberâs work is never done,
Itâs up all night and sleep all day,
The hours are shit with hell to pay.
Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
When the ladies claw my back at night,
I know Iâm doing something right.
I deliver the goods as long as they donât ask,
Deny Iâm a working stiff like dear old dad,
And to you and yours nothing but curses,
Youâll slave your life away,
And for what?
Youâre just as dead as these old fucks.
Theyâll never get me,
Iâll never run out of stock,
With every second that ticks past,
The bodies are still stacking up.
So Iâve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadmanâs bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
Itâs but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
Come dance with me,
This graveyard planet that youâve called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
Itâs but as worthless as a turd.
Will you follow me into the dark?
I rob the dead for what theyâre worth,
Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
Within the fallenâs shoes youâd turn your nose at me,
Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
So Iâve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadmanâs bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
So deeply it festers,
The guilt is murder.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
Itâs but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
May the gods have mercy.
- Album:
- Abysmal
- Into the Everblack
- Everblack
- Ritual
- Deflorate
- Nocturnal
- Miasma
- Unhallowed
- Miscellaneous
- Threat Level No. 3
- Receipt
- Vlad, Son of the Dragon
- 2013 Warped Tour Compilation
- Metal Blade Records 2013 Sampler
- Soundwave 2014
- A Cold-Blooded Epitaph
- What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
- Demo 2002
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 69
- Metal Hammer #144: Razor: Music From the Cutting Edge