Pale shining full moon light
A nocturnal summer breeze
It is desecration night


The scent of the waving sea
Age old graveyard calls

Black shadows drawing near

The water hits the shores

The tide it has now turned
Ceremonial chant begins


The casket breaks
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I crave the rot

The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love decay
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul

I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul


In the catacombs below the gathering
Is held for the desecrators praise
Nothing left to be sacred

Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean
Streams the pea@@#! angel reigns

Desolating the disciple in order to liberate
Through the razorblade ritual


Seeking the right corpse
To mediate upon
Soon the shovel hits the earth


Soon the casket breaks
I exhume the rotting corpse

The skull is in my hands
An I wipe away the dirt


Seated on the corpse
I smell the rancid flesh
Shivers sent down my spine

As I feel the cold of death

The terror of the night

On a lysergic high
Catapults my mind
Inducing visions from beyond


Perception of reality fades
Disintegration in the visions

Dreamlike experience
Of a horrifying kind


The casket of the witch
Her body long decayed
A shrine to the damned


Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine

The angel burns in a thousand flames

Walk among the graves

The foulness from the pits
From the caverns of your brain
Relish in catharsis

As the acid $#&@s your mind

Transcending the mundane,

The necroshaman bids,
Welcome to the initiate
Lysergic congregation,

Drunk on Dionysian wine,
Moves into altered states
From the darkest realms,

Surges atavistic rage,
The bestial manifests
Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse,
Bred in disordered times,
Boil with primal hate


Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine
Reigns the desecrator's curse


See the traces of destruction
The tombstones that are smashed
The angel burns in a thousand flames

I love the rot

The curse of the sepulchral ghoul