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The little bell echoes the great bell groans this templed city of tombs where death and grief blooms fiendish desires in human form, leather clad black is the veil, streaming in the wind stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates death among the dead, haunting masoleums all this death, oh, joyful sight naked on a table of stone juices dripping from the wet chaste exitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks the licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing funeral bitch, the urge is so strong funeral bitch, the night is so long