Ripping death resents itself before your eyes
A chill runs down your spine and penetrates your mind
A weakening in your legs, takes you down to lie
Reproducing something that's just not quite alive

And the seasons dream of death
Sacred Samhain seance sex

Unholy desecration
Feeling from inside
Ritual copulation
Worshiping tonight
The veil approaching
Thinnest as two worlds collide
Hallowed howling frenzy
Death is satisfied