Bathed in a vile embrace, this place, I'm growing cold with the corpse
A damnatory for the third journey with me
And I'm growing cold with the corpse
Come with me O gracious one to the land of the freed whore
Come to thee O ancient one I've become thy name in lore
Spirit light above me, lead me through this grief, pain and misery
My leader of infirmity, to thee accursed, I look upon and trust thee
One will lay, and we for eternity
The bond of death shall be our conformity in the midst of this growing calamity
I'll shed my tears for what it once meant to me, all of this I see in dreams
To see the end of a once gracious being, it will be a terrible scene
To see the end of me, I shall die never to see
We kneel and pray to the dying whore and sodomize the body of this worthless corpse
Coveted lord abound with me our suicide shall last through eternity
The last of my salvation comes through now and I watch it as it lies upon the floor
Graced with the last of elation this memory shall bring pain forever more
I see the end of life, but not in dreams we live, and we shall suffer by the rapist's gentle grace
or could it be the lord of forgotten dreams I beg to be free with my bond in this death, be
gone, At The Wake we rot