In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around
In the hidden realms of the morgue
Contained behind locked doors
My thoroughly sound-proofed cellar
Contains abducted corpses by the bulk
In the v.i.p. room of the morgue,
An orgy of dry-frozen hulks
Refrigerate the stiffs
Minimize the decay
A collection of fresh playmates
For a better day
Degeneration kept at bay
Necrological lust denied
A certain virtuosity
Until the time feels right
A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree
Mingle in the festering crowds
As the festivities slowly mount
Stiff-limbed hedonism
An orgy of dry-frozen hulks
A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree