Erosion of life I see   it makes the passion burn in me   Life it always withers away   Death will eternally stay      Corpses in their coffins   forever rest in peace?   There sleeping with the aspergillus   is this justice to the dead?      The atrocious sight of burial ecremony   Christians weeping for the departed   They won't understand, they should envy them!      The deceased they know, if there's a paradise   Or shall we feel, the purgatory!   I open the graves, admire the rot   I can feel the presence, of something beyond      Aureola of nauseating reek   Wings of shriveled skin   Holy beauty of a carcass   Divine sight for me to gaze upon!      Necrolatic! Reverence for putrefaction   Necrolatic! reverence for the stench      I kneel, before a carrion   I pray, before the dead   I know, they shall rise   I fear, for the scourge   I revere, power of the dead