The ultimate song on necrophilia has to be The Unquiet Grave - and the most beautiful.

Cold blows the wind over my true love
And gentle drops the rain,
I never had but one true love
And in greenwood he lies slain.

I'd do as much for my true love
As any young girl may.
I'll sit and weep all on his grave
For twelve months and a day.

And when twelve months and a day were gone,
Her true love, he did speak.
Who sits and weeps at my graveside
And will not let me speak.

Can't remember any more without digging out a text.
Jim Carroll