Bastards of life, the harlots eclipsed by death
 Spewed from the depths of her fractured mind

 Macabre entombment as the carcass reeks, still warm
 Flesh through lie to epitaph
 Reborn, undead, unborn
 Open the portal to the world below
 Through necrosis inverted
 Broken seals of necronomicon
 The past shall be rescripted

 In your final hour
 You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
 In cerecloth, your life entombed
 Flesh shall rot and deeds live on

 Govern over us
 So life may imitate itself
 By whom we enthrone
 By the likes we condemn to never be born again

 Life to you is a wait for eternity in heaven
 What you consider yourself to be, it sickens me

 Animal or man, equal mortal flesh
 History by whatever hand
 Pillars that life can never reach

 In your final hour
 You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
 In cerecloth, your life entombed
 Flesh shall rot and deeds live on