Legion Of The Damned Sepulchral Ghoul
Pale shining full moon light
A nocturnal summer breeze
It is desecration night
The scent of the waving sea
Age old graveyard calls
Black shadows drawing near
The water hits the shores
The tide it has now turned
Ceremonial chant begins
The casket breaks
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I crave the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love decay
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
In the catacombs below the gathering
Is held for the desecrators praise
Nothing left to be sacred
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean
Streams the peacock angel reigns
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate
Through the razorblade ritual
Seeking the right corpse
To mediate upon
Soon the shovel hits the earth
Soon the casket breaks
I exhume the rotting corpse
The skull is in my hands
An I wape away the dirt
Seated on the corpse
I smell the rancid flesh
Shivers sent down my spine
As I feel the cold of death
The terror of the night
On a lysergic high
Catapults my mind
Inducing visions from beyond
Perception of reality fades
Disintegration in the visions
Dreamlike experience
Of a horryfying kind
The casket of the witch
Her body long decayed
A shrine to the damned
Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine
The angel burns in a thousand flames
Walk among the graves
The foulness from the pits
From the caverns of your brain
Relish in catharsis
As the acid f..cks your mind
Transcending the mundane,
The necroshaman bids,
Welcome to the initiate
Lysergic congregation,
Drunk on dionysian wine,
Moves into altered states
From the darkest realms,
Surges atavistic rage,
The bestial manifests
Wolfhounds of the apokalypse,
Bred in disordered times,
Boil with primal hate
Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine
Reigns the desecrator's curse
See the traces of destruction
The tombstones that are smashed
The angel burns in a thousand flames
I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
