!@&!s of life, the harlots eclipsed by death
Spewed from the depths of her fractured mind


Macabre entombment as the carcass reeks, still warm
Flesh through lie to epitaph
Reborn, undead, unborn

Open the portal to the world below
Through necrosis inverted
Broken seals of necronomicon

The past shall be rescripted

In your final hour

You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
In cerecloth, your life entombed
Flesh shall rot and deeds live on


Gods of sepulchre stone
Govern over us

So life may imitate itself
By whom we enthrone
By the likes we condemn to never be born again


Life to you is a wait for eternity in heaven
What you consider yourself to be, it sickens me


Animal or man, equal mortal flesh
History by whatever hand

Pillars that life can never reach

In your final hour

You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
In cerecloth, your life entombed
Flesh shall rot and deeds live on