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