Erosion of life I seeit makes the passion burn in me
Life it always withers away
Death will eternally stay
Corpses in their coffins forever rest in peace?
There sleeping with the aspergillusis this justice to the dead?
The atrocious sight of burial ceremony
Christians weeping for the departed
They won't understand, they should envy them!
The deceased they know, if there's a paradise
Or shall we feel, the purgatory!
I open the graves, admire the rot
I can feel the presence, of something beyond
Aureola of nauseating reek
Wings of shriveled skin
Holy beauty of a carcass
Divine sight for me to gaze upon!
Necrolatic! Reverence for putrefaction
Necrolatic! reverence for the stench
I kneel, before a carrionI pray, before the dead
I know, they shall riseI fear, for the scourgeI revere, power of the dead

We sail across the sea,
In our thoughts we float over mountains
All this vanity that we could hide
The truth
The truth is to be alive and to live your life in fear by hate and create our own gods
We all ourselves are created our own images
Ourselves we are created our own gods
In the misty morning
When the sun is rising,
When the whole sky is red like blood
Man can realize the real meaning of life to love and respect your life
Your salvation, or is just your damnation.
We all ourselves...