Nighttime is the time for Us
Flesh corspes to be Collected
Tearing through the Mausolem
Digging in the flesh dug Soil
Under a headstone with no Name
Treasures might reveal Themselves
Parts sorely needed this Night
To a**emble the horrible Bride
Stitches through skin that slightly Rots
Bones are needed lots and Lots
To from the grotesque and Beatuful
And make it walk Again
Behind the veil is only Dust
In the form of a dried out Corpse
A mummy to be Wed
In the Wedding of the Dead
A severed arm and a ripped off Head
Stitched together Crudely
A ceremony for the Deceased
A Wedding for the Dead