Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever.
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never.
There in that chilling abyss.. lurks a ghost
who mourns my dead kiss.
I take her, and f*ck her..so vile..defile..
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever.
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never...
I smell the scent of cadavers upon your essence
With odoriferous perfumes of penance.
Be my bride and jewel to be
'Less you're a goddess of my ministry.
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Moonshine - The Ghost Who Mourns Lyrics
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Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever.
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never.
There in that chilling abyss.. lurks a ghost
who mourns my dead kiss.
I take her, and f*ck her..so vile..defile..
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever.
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never...
I smell the scent of cadavers upon your essence
With odoriferous perfumes of penance.
Be my bride and jewel to be
'Less you're a goddess of my ministry.
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never.
There in that chilling abyss.. lurks a ghost
who mourns my dead kiss.
I take her, and f*ck her..so vile..defile..
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
Her thoughts, her lost.. she's dead.. forever.
Her moaning, her mourning..she's coming..never...
I smell the scent of cadavers upon your essence
With odoriferous perfumes of penance.
Be my bride and jewel to be
'Less you're a goddess of my ministry.
Come for me in this deviled crypt,
Where I'll show you a perverse trip.
I'll take you, and f*ck you.. to vile, defiled..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...
Be my song of requiem..
and the choir of my solemn..
My dearly doomed and ruined ghost..
You hate, yet love, and loathe...