Somrak Murmurs Of Diseased Tongues
The plaguing murmurs of diseasing tongues
Reaching to pervert lamentations of the foul god
A flame of sickness burns within the prisoning flesh
As slow as slayment by the slayer the hawk
The stench of dust sorrounding the inmasked face
Carresed by mildew a thousand times and more
With pleasurement we are causing your derision
As rotting in death we are breeding the pain
For we are those of the undivine
A spawn from the curse upon our soils
Devotion...
Another crucifixion in the torchligt flaming red
In rememberabce of your dead god
Never to be returned again