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The lich and the undead love

[Verse 1] (Lich) Tighten the corset on your withered waist I’ve gathered the nightshade for a bitter taste. Your skin is like marble, cold and so pale But your eyes glow like embers behind the black veil. (Undead Girlfriend) My heart hasn't beaten in a century or two But it skips a dead rhythm when I’m looking at you. Adjust your golden crown, my skeletal king Let’s see what the heat of the ritual can bring. [Pre-Chorus] (Both) One, two, three—step over the bones Ignore the poor souls and their echoing moans. The candles are black and the incense is thick Undeath is a fire, and we are the wick. [Chorus] Oh, spin me around in this tomb made of gold The body is rotting, but the passion is bold! A waltz for the wicked, a heavy metal sway We’ll get a bit freaky 'til the judgment day. Clash of the iron, the scent of the musk Getting wild in the crypt from the dawn ‘til the dusk! [Verse 2] (Lich) I’ll show you my secrets, I’ll show you my vault If we tear down the tapestries, it isn't my fault. Your touch is a shiver, a frost on my spine (Undead Girlfriend) Well, honey, your ribcage is tickling mine! (Lich) I’ve mastered the cosmos, I’ve conquered the grave (Undead Girlfriend) But right now, my darling, you’re acting my slave. Let’s rattle the sarcophagus, wake up the ghosts And toast to the darkness with our spectral hosts. [Bridge] (Heavy guitar breakdown in 3/4 time) (Growled/Heavy vocals) BONE ON BONE! STONE ON STONE! A LOVE SO WICKED IT SITS ON A THRONE! STRIP OFF THE SHROUD! SING IT OUT LOUD! MAKING THE ANCESTORS SO BLOODY PROUD! [Guitar Solo] (A frantic, neoclassical shredding solo over a booming orchestral waltz) [Chorus] Oh, spin me around in this tomb made of gold The body is rotting, but the passion is bold! A waltz for the wicked, a heavy metal sway We’ll get a bit freaky 'til the judgment day. Clash of the iron, the scent of the musk Getting wild in the crypt from the dawn ‘til the dusk! [Outro] (Softly, with a single violin) The phylactery’s humming... The zombies are humming too... There’s nobody dead... Quite as sexy as you