Earth Rot Hunger
Follow the black smoke
Follow the stench into the deep
Drawn in by the lingering, dark
Sour reek of impending death
Use the craft to perform the duty
The unquenchable thirst, the miasma of rot
Surrounded, completely
It speaks, it calls
From the filth it stretches into her nostrils
The demands of Mors are binding
Death and nothing more
The thirst floods the mind
Incontestable urges, the hunger engulfs the body
Inescapable as the hunger of the wolf
The hunger not of body but soul
Taken by moonlight, delivered by the witch
For the privilege of life and the curse of time
With limitless rage, explore the power
Explore the fresh hells behind your eyes
With limitless rage, explore death
Mirroring the fear of despair
Follow the stench into the deep
Drawn in by the lingering dark
The sour reek of impending death
The demands of Mors are binding
The limitless anger of the great antiquity
The hunger not of body but soul
Taken by the moonlight
Delivered by the witch