Erosion of life I see it makes the passion burn in me Life it always withers away Death will eternally stay
Corpses in their coffins forever rest in peace ? There sleeping with the aspergillus is this justice to the dead ?
The atrocious sight of burial ecremony Christians weeping for the departed They won't understand, they should envy them !
The deceased they know, if there's a paradise Or shall we feel, the purgatory ! I open the graves, admire the rot I can feel the presence, of something beyond
Aureola of nauseating reek Wings of shriveled skin Holy beauty of a carcass Divine sight for me to gaze upon !
Necrolatic ! Reverence for putrefaction Necrolatic ! reverence for the stench
I kneel, before a carrion I pray, before the dead I know, they shall rise I fear, for the scourge I revere, power of the dead