Children of The Curse

This dagger drips blood in vain

on the corpses we have slain

The flesh is under my nails and the blood is on your face

It rubs off on me as we kiss in this sacred place

You rip the heart out of the dead

and drain the brains from the head

You offer me the black heart, still beating

The brains are what you are eating

Tonight we feast on the entrails of the pure

For this unholy act is the only cure

At dawn we retreat to the coffin in your hearse

For we are the children of this curse