. When precious flesh is greedily consumed. But mystery is a thing not easily captured. And once deceased not easily exhumed Now that we love. Now that the lonely nights are over. How do we make love
music - Ross Sewage. lyrics - Ross Sewage Exhumed, debauched and consumed. My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk. And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy. You so enjoyed inhaling
rose. In rigid droves. To haunt Her from their. Shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed. Their carthen wombs. Where heavy frosts had laboured long. To bare their wounds. To the depths of Her
