behind dimension
in truly horror
there is collective grave
of smashed filth
it hangs in space
full of suffer and pain
scream of torturing
sounds almost like
the purest melody
smell of death
is strong enough
to vomit your life with soul

cage of butchered flesh
drips with blood and pest
splits through rotten mass
heads and legs are thrashed
then deads threated me
that my throat will be rift apart
"If you don`t leave us in ours tomb"

then everything just disappeared
i went with the torch in hand
but malice of short past
marked my tore throat

you will suffer
your pitiful resistance
is futile
soon you will see
your funeral

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