Shrine of Malice - Rot & Decay

Bourne of Flies, behold the forthcoming

With the sabbath complete, thine child of waste

Release the horde from your wake



Rise from the crucifix,

With the will of wrath you shall suffer the path of the abyssal black

A fresh soul sentenced to death, condemned to wander the Infernos of the Damned

Infantile innocence stolen from the mind

Devoured by the abhorrence calling from within

You are the talisman



A bastard father underneath the wings, a soul sold for a passage to the Earth

The legion's flock into the heart of God

Pouring horror with its every wake

A chassis to bear the weight of a thousand

Forming from within the myiasis

Host, do you understand your purpose?



With your flesh given embodiment, there is passage to reality

It's with this we shall soil all that is holy

For you are the embodiment of rot and decay



"Bourne of Flies, behold the forthcoming..."



Born anew is the gateway awaited for millennia

The shackles lifted grants the fall of Anno Domini



Die for their sacred being

Life given to the legionary

Burn for their archetype

Life given to the legionary



The throne shall sit on top of bones and decay

There will be no place left for disease like you

Understand you are nothing different host

Merely a pawn underneath my wing

A stairwell of corpses shall stack to the gate for what you procreate

It is then, your bodies will suffocate in the sulfur

Relapsed to a drone of demonic intent



Nothing but Rot & Decay

Morsel for the throne

An everlasting stain

Rot & Decay