Pamint De Mort

Lay you down in the wet grass
Light the candles and I lift your dress
We speak in tongues, we suck on tongues
The spell is cast, and the web is wove, oh yeah
In the cemetery… we will go
Roses raise the dead… let em go
In the cemetery… we will go
Calling on your goddess
Gather our powers out in the mist
I see your body, I see your soul
The night is ours, as it was before, oh yeah
In the cemetery… we will go
Roses raise the dead… let em go
In the cemetery… we will go
My body shakes, shivers line
My spine, it feels so divine
I see your eyes, I see the door
I enter fast and our souls they soar, oh yeah
Come to me… and find a way
… and find the way
Don’t you ever run away
Just come my way