Domain Of Death-Fleshgore

They nourish their sanguinity with gaunt esurience And obey to the Thanatos sign The vultures scratch raw decaying opaque faces To befide the life means to mortify Mother＇s temple-like womb gives at the seams The infant sight will never be pierced by the dawn The new-born evil＇s narrated Famin Now his Ascension Day is undergone Ravished by the rotten breath of twilight Necropolis Priestess of the fin God is covering the road For that ophidian bastard of the flades could be banished To send Famin into his cradle under the sod With demonic carnality revives the epitome demon Blending a sustenance of tears, blood and ptomaine Spreading in his Dance Macabre sallow semen Onto scantly-fleshed sere soil＇s membrane Greeting murder as nostrum, mitigatory gift Sains the pyre made of those, who wished to live With poignant pain he glorifies the wraith Of Necropolis - the Domain of Death