Rapacious Forests In Ultimate Sleep - Morbid Dead Postlude
Into the.Wood&ef dripping Blood Storms are calling for a Gather in Mouldraz armed with Hate wrapped into Flesh welcome the Bastards of Death
Warm Pieces of Flesh squirt into my Face Rise and bring me back tothe Bloodlakes where my disfigure Slaves cry I will see my execution Place
In a total Moon Eclipse as she clothed her Veins with Frost and all the Branches bow to drink the Juices of the Dead Nightmare carnalized (in her gruesome Hands)
Welcome to my clotted Throne built of Skin and Bones hide into my legion Forest
paralysed by echoed Screams (Blood seeped beneath their Mortality)
At Nights I look upon the Carcass which fertilizes my hungering Fields at Nights if I look beyond a Star seven Moons have risen to enlighten a total Destruction.