Cryptopsy – Lichmistress

Our lady of seven sorrows,Mother of mourning, precious lich…A white horse found your grave,Then it was beheaded.The funeral goat`s semenAnnoints your resting place.Far below, the state you`re in replenishesMy well of lossAs things from beyond watch as you rotBeneath me.Wretchedly, I pine as I begin at once to clawThe earthTo free you from the worms, to free youFrom damnation.The stake in your bosom pains me too…Wistfully, I gaze into those empty holes

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