but it's not just about lyrics you know. It's all the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth sounds.
I love the dead before they're cold
They're bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eye's upon me see....... Nothing
I love the dead before they rise
No farwells, No goodbyes
I never even knew your now rotting face
While friends and lovers morn your silly grave
I have other uses for you, Darling
Great stuff
Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!
~ Anton Szandor LaVey