After they rose That swarm of perverted creatures needed a leader To conquer this putrid world In a Whorrific matter that will leave the planet scarred for eternity
On a throne of rancid flesh I rule the world of the decay A land dominated by stench I rule a world of wretchedness Striding on the reeking fumes of the decomposing land My scullions armed with hunger They will, at my command swarm The living for the pleasure of feeding
From far away You hear the sound of moaning foul beasts Sending shivers through the body of whom witnesses this apparition Hypnotized by fear they don't see death skulking on their fragile being
The orders have just been given To kill, to rape, just keep slaughtering all human form The undead I'm leading will defile the realm of the living My kingdom, they'll be fiercely expanding Rotting flesh and blood, the materials they chose to build my dominion Sucking up the grey matter in one simple sick gesture Liking the flavor, they will continue to butcher and Kill more and more of these people, this society will fall Morbid images of carnage fill up humankind archives Pits of torn skin Masses of vomit and hills of shit Sending signals of excruciating smell That make your sinuses swell This scent of Hell Reminding the wounded, who's fragile life, defiled Floating in bile, soon they will die Leaving no mark in History other than a pile of flesh with flies
Listening to the voice, they enter the void Commanded by the King of the Dead They invaded the land like the black plague They ravaged the flesh They disemboweled the utopia of a misanthropic society filled with lividity My castle nearly finished and garnished with flesh I rule a world now putrifying I am the king but not of the livingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
