Erosion of life I see

it 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 aspergillus

is this justice to the dead?



The atrocious sight of burial ecremony

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 carrion

I pray, before the dead

I know, they shall rise

I fear, for the scourge

I revere, power of the dead