D.V.C. - Bow of Mortis

Flowers of filth and flesh,
Dwell until you're dead
Rise forth from the rot,
Once below forgotten
Form spring from the ground,
Rise from corpse that fell
Scream oh strings of flesh,
Caress my bow of death

Nucleus of hate,
Crypt of insane capture
Prince of tainted blood,
Thieve the dream of death
Sleep in the orgasm of horror,
Awaken perceiver of light
As not of the beginning,
To never foresee the end

Spring forth forms from the ground,
Possess your lair
Entombment of your flesh,
Horizons despair
Dust soon falls to the earth,
To rise again
Forgot blood that once stained,
Now blackened sands