The stench from the forest   Of burning skin   Bringing memories back   From ancient Sacrifices      It has been centuries   Since I left my body   But I still live   Through the sound of torture      My sense falls to the depths of   Filth, pain and suffering   Which is feeding my inspiration   To my art of undead human corpse sculpture      I taste the evil   To satisfy my mental hunger   If I wasn't immortal I would be dead (again)   For the last time      No one will ever know   What it was that swallowed eternity   A shadow will come from the past   And take me