Sepulchral Ghoul-Legion Of The Damned

Pale shining full moon light A nocturnal summer breeze It is desecration night The scent of the waving sea Age old graveyard calls Black shadows drawing near The water hits the shores The tide it has now turned Ceremonial chant begins The casket breaks The curse of the sepulchral ghoul I crave the rot The curse of the sepulchral ghoul I love decay The curse of the sepulchral ghoul I love the rot The curse of the sepulchral ghoul In the catacombs below the gathering Is held for the desecrators praise Nothing left to be sacred Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised Seven radiating towers seven subterranean Streams the peacock angel reigns Desolating the disciple in order to liberate Through the razorblade ritual Seeking the right corpse To mediate upon Soon the shovel hits the earth Soon the casket breaks I exhume the rotting corpse The skull is in my hands An I wipe away the dirt Seated on the corpse I smell the rancid flesh Shivers sent down my spine As I feel the cold of death The terror of the night On a lysergic high Catapults my mind Inducing visions from beyond Perception of reality fades Disintegration in the visions Dreamlike experience Of a horrifying kind The casket of the witch Her body long decayed A shrine to the damned Prayers sung in reverse Homage to the concubine The angel burns in a thousand flames Walk among the graves The foulness from the pits From the caverns of your brain Relish in catharsis As the acid f**ks your mind Transcending the mundane, The necroshaman bids, Welcome to the initiate Lysergic congregation, Drunk on Dionysian wine, Moves into altered states From the darkest realms, Surges atavistic rage, The bestial manifests Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, Bred in disordered times, Boil with primal hate Prayers sung in reverse Homage to the concubine Reigns the desecrator＇s curse See the traces of destruction The tombstones that are smashed The angel burns in a thousand flames I love the rot The curse of the sepulchral ghoul