Echoes From The Coffin

My love, all is dead, and the pox is killing me
I sweat since months and I vomit glue
My carnal snake has no more strength
And a stinking ulcer spoiled my throat

My love, I should never have approached your bed
'Cause when I heard the echoes from your coffin
I couldn't resist and killed myself
When I injected my tepid semen in your cold den of love