Robe Of Ectoplasm

I dreamt of death
In all of the different forms
I was proud to hear death's call

Burning cunt, tastiest wine
Nothing can bring me back to life

I need fever, I need all the lust
All the old age, and all the dust
I need visions, I need sights
I need cramps, delusional nights

Rapture in the resonance
Horns of the holy mountain
Under the flick of the switch
Going against the grain

I loom beneath
The waving feathers of darkness
I remain in silence
And watch as the pale knight rises
I find my pleasures
In the withering flowers, or fresh graves
I have no fear inside
Just deep gasps of black and purple haze

Dying fathoms of the heavens underneath
Robe of ectoplasm
Running down my cheek
My secret love for the dead
After you're gone
I come standing by your bed