Nekropsalms - The Lunatic and Grotesque Chant of the Dead

Through the bitterness seas of grief and anguish
Where death crawled over me, with an age-old thirst
Spraying its pestilential hatred deep
In the darkest corner of this cursed soul

Poisoned by heinous sins and criminal deeds
Memories of sick love, admonished by spirit ghouls
Steeped in the purulence of a dying faith
They still beg the virulent grace of a relapse creator

A thousand voices of pain echo from the bowels of a doomed land
Your words of phallic indulgence are lost in nothingness
Abandoned amid abominations, no comfort will be found here
Just the lunatic grotesque chant, chant of the dead

Black waves flood this hideous creation
Territory of mourning, recites your bitterness on the altar of pain
Seduced by the morphetic hand of extermination
Let your venomous essence rot, rot the soul

Degenerate creation, spew chaos over this cancerous gospel
Consume in hate your altars of dishonest grace
His flag of heresy will boast over the ruin of the world
Let it burn and receive your end with open arms