Return of the Loving Dead

wake up raise now from your dusty dwell

death becomes you oh so well

always there when i need you

unlike the living you will never complain

never cause me any pain

always do what i tell you to

each night i am chanting with the wind

flirting with the moon oh sweet sin

my sleeping beauties leave your silent graves

cold hands my body gently embrace

always understand my needs

i only did what was best for us i guess

i sacrificed your lives for my happiness

always comfort when my heart bleeds

screaming calling for me

unmask their beauty at the old cemetery

sad eyes pale lips once so red

oh the sweet return of the loving dead