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