From Satanic tombs,rise oh Ancient Ones,
I am one with your abyss.
Conjure from the essence of death,
speaking the words of Darkness.
Worlds nor will,can tear me apart,my spirit is of the Demons Lair.
Rise,from your deathly sleep....and claim victory!
I touch....you...you are mingled with the dirt as am I
....strangled by fucking ignorance am I....yet still as I rot away
The fury of my essence..would reach ...
from the den of a tormented spirit
....and there will be but...one grave.
And in the murk a decrepted sight....we are blue and rotten