I'm walking on water with a sinner at my side
Through the fires of hell with my cadaver bride
She calls unto me to take her hand
She calls unto me to take her hand
The dead are drunk and laughing with twisted stares
Polishing off bottles and dealing with brighter affairs
A funeral feast so pleasant so divine
All are anxiously awaiting for my hearse to arrive

I left as I came staring at the wall
Like angels admiring satan's fall
From grace as the crown of thorns
Descended above my face

I'm the gruesome phantom I exist in photographs
Through your b****** child's smile I'll have the last laugh