Exhume the wretched body from its timeless slumber

Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside

A maggot-infected corpse stares dismal

Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass

These ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans

The unfertile soil infecting the crypts

Of the once deceased bodies not through decomposure

Ending their peace, their chances of hell

A vomit-type substance is formed from its innards

A festering slime that reveals inside

The substance erupts and its stomach bursts open

Forced down your throat to regurgitate life

Force of the dead ending the one they defied, corrupted

Chosen in pain end in the words of the rain

Killing the substance of the dead I am your pain, your fire

Incensed by the ones that dead out of the rain

Most of the dead that sustained out of the pain your fire

Incensed the ones that the dead out of your reign

Forces the pain enter the way that the void corrupted

Chosen at birth of course the rain and the fire you'll see

Out of the chosen enter the one that the fire the pain