You're condemned to solitude,
A place of Satan's domain
To suffocate in silence
Amongst the spawns who live to maim

All life cease to exist
No screams can break this void
Cries of souls lost in despair
Buried in the crypt, your nightmare

The reapear crave for your soul
His minions want your skin and bones
They have acquired a taste for human blood
Buried in the crypt, without god

So frail, so pale
For those obeying the light
This is the price you pay

Now you feel our torture
With hooks and nails in your skin
You smell the stench of maceration
Buried in the crypt
No salvation

To resurrect into darkness
And serve our unholy lord
A life in true degredation
Buried in the crypt
Our deviation

No one can hear your screams
No one can tame these fiends
We want your broken body
Impaled on a pole
To rot on display

So frail, so pale
For those obeying the light
This is the price you pay

This is the price you pay

My tomb and the darkness awaits,
Lost in frenzy I crawl
We summon and gather in mass
Fornication and feast for us all

The pain we inflict,
Just a taste of the end
Piles of bodies
Not even a fly would defend

Why?
He could not bear to foresee
His demise soon to be
As his body lies torn
With his blood
With his blood we're reborn

Tearing, ripping in soft bloody limbs
No escape from the damned

The pain we inflict,
Just a taste of the end
Piles of bodies
Not even a fly would defend

Why?
He could not bear to foresee
His demise soon to be
As his body lies torn
With his blood
With his blood we're reborn

Evil rites by the coffin
Captivating the fear in his eyes
Suffering by the madman's hand
No admission to god's land

The last stand
Exhumating the profaned flesh
The last command
Exhumating the profaned flesh

A gloomy night for reanimation
As I rise from the tomb
And taste the sweet uncreation

Slave to the grave
Among the maggots in my coffin I dwell

To be a servant of the black clad necrolord
Who sits impatient on a throne of bones
Commanding legions of the dead
In streams of blood
Wandering beyond his command

Slave to the grave
Among the maggots in my coffin I dwell

No more mortality in my soul
To rise again, feeling godless and cold

I lift the candles up and gaze upon the dead
I embrace my destiny and crush the preacher's head

Never, this foul feeling within
Never, to feel the guilt by sin

Slave to the grave
Among the maggots in my coffin I dwell

No more mortality in my soul
To rise again, feeling godless and cold

I lift the candles up and gaze upon the dead
I embrace my destiny and crush the preacher's head

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