Once again crawling from below creatures from aeons past unwilling to die and rot
Away cradled by the soil awaiting a time for return they never died at all you can not
Kill what eternal lies so succumb to their filth resurrecting the rotting the festival

Of the dead summoned to the festival a mystic drawing of the flesh memories
Forgotten now arise a need to join the ancient ones swept away by the tide was it all
Just a dream deep within lies the knowledge that they will come again they will come

I again to rule a reign of rotten wealth the summoning was too late the celestial cycle
(gone too far slumbering still and waiting eagerly for the time of ancient reign
Resurrecting the rotting the festival of the dead