Twilight Breath of Satan - Sargeist

The freshly interred corpse

Greets with a rotten fragrance

Sweet scent of death and decay

Caressing the catacomb

Ghastly face of bone

Where her smile had been

Ravished while she lived

Desecrated in death

Twisted thoughts, necrolust

What she had best to offer

Is now but a blackened hole

No more pleasures of flesh

Sick memories are stirring

Through a black looking — glass

Deep in the demented mind

She still laughs with joy

One final graven kiss

From her imaginary lips

Tormented chattering

Echoes in the dark

Her bones and a shotgun

Laid on the wooden table

Both barrels full of Satan’s breath

For the last twilight rite