Graves of the unholy, festered skin of necrotic breed

Skulls piled in darkness,mass homicide by infectious bleeding

Crawling through the edge of death, eyelids close soon the skin will rot

There is no eternal rest, as rebirth exumes the dead from tomb

From void of dark the dead arise

That is the true form of being, the living despised

Upon the grave an existential tide

Unconsecrated ritual of the profane, disrespect for the dead

Dismal perceptions from beyond

Bleak aura of darkness that absorbs the flesh through nothingness

The fallen souls of the damned

Insidiously deformed...

Sermons of the fouled, the density of horror, abandoned in restless sleep

Persecution with the absence of light peculiar to living, deprived of grace

Begotten piles of amorphous flesh, horrid visions

Obscure nature of the rotting, divine grace turns into melting skin...