Incandescent, formless bones In everflowing liquid plasma Six limbs of grey, molten skin Beneath eternal patches of mold
This thirst must be extinguished I live only in death's cold embrace I am of what has been dreamt An entity of grey, molten death
Hear, I call upon thee!
Obsoletely malignant beings Now begin to rise From the depths of the grave I conjure the once lost
Oh death, be my master Be my guiding hand
One limb at a time Forcing through the ground Gravefolk of aeons past Now, arise
Drifting through death's dreamscapes Celestial myceliums Graveyards of impending non-death The dead shall live again I am completeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
