Ages of gorerotted sinful carnage

Lives through my dampening mind

Defiling all my rancid perverse aims

Worshipping all kind of putrid maims


Within the realms of narcotic fantasy

Blists my desires of reeking infamy

Vile ghastly enucleating your arteries

In frenzied bloodshed pieces


A flatulent gallery of grotesqueries

For my awful spiked of sin sentiments

Still purulent bags full of slag

Remains slimy between this inhume site


Abominably obsessed with pus

Living for vomit, blood and guts

Twisted waste of eructating gnaw

Grinding whirlwind of insanity


Rancious conjurings of the rot

Mixed with pot and steaming curdling clots


Voices

From beyond I must follow and obey

Grumes

Of tender soggyness crawls in this mess


Festering memories

Of pain and suffering

Of many vanquished meat for slaying

Rigor mortis collapses

Putrid afterglow

Invoking my lurking desires

I beg for fucking more


Septic carrion effluve ecstasy

Brings this plunder trance of lunacy

My fervour of the dead I must command

Sickening sensations when I suck your glans


Entombed relics of malicious art

Sadistic I boil when I collage your ward

How fuckin adore your funk in necrose

Puking once for more to obtain waste from below

Mercyless attraction for the pungent dues

A gruesome bliss invades my narcotic fumes


I raise the dead

I live for sin

I fuckin raise

The pestilence