1. LADY CADAVER

Late at night at the cemetery
A fresh grave that you were once in
The loveliest thing I had ever seen,
When you were alive, you wouldn't give me a glance
But now you're dead and your are mine.
You are my romance
As I dug away the cold ground, I opened your grave
My love I have found
I stole you away from the night, down to my cellar
No one will what happened to you
You won't tell, you can't speak

Lady cadaver will you be my bride.
Lady cadaver, flesh cold, starting to mold
Lady cadaver, will you be my bride

Every night you wear that same old dress
They buried you in
Making love to the dead, my love is sin
Down in the cellar, no one will know,
No one must know our love affair
Skin on skin, only light from candles glow
Your life is gone, but my love burns on
You won't tell, you can't speak your dead
Eves stare at me

Lady cadaver will you be my bride.
Lady cadaver, flesh cold, starting to mold
Lady cadaver, will you be my bride

Memories kept alive by silence
No one would have to know
So cold to touch so pale and white

I'll buy you a pretty white gown
And dress you up for your wedding day
My soul is your and yours mine
In the cellar till the end of time
Skin on skin, only light from candles glow
Making love to the dead, my love is sin
No one must know our love affair
You won't tell, you can't speak your dead
You dead eyes stare at me

Lady cadaver will you be my bride.
Lady cadaver, flesh cold, starting to mold
Lady cadaver, will you be my bride


2. KILL THE WITCH

1692 the tales of horror unfold
Christian madman killing innocense
Raving madness from just two young girls
Trials of possession persecute
Accused of witchcraft, how do they plead
Baptized in darkness, satan flows inside their veins
Torture those guilty until they confess
Tied to the wheel, the river awaits
Religion, is the law, possession, of the damned
Imprisoned, a trial awaits
Commence the burning, guilty, they decree
Death romances, the gallows tonight
Sorrow, a witches fate

Mass hysteria when the girls would play their games
May their souls please be saved
Gastly acts of religious law
Condemnation for the damned
Night air still echos screams of pain
Burning innocense at the stake
Remember salem and it´s trials of pain
Namless graves, are all that remains

And so they stood screaming
Their hands bound to a wooden stake
And the air was filled with the smoke
Of their burning gowns
The holy danced around the fire
Making music like a choir