Macabre Soul Decay
(Indisponível)
Absorbing the fantastic essence of the obscure
Flowing once more across this unhallowed ground
Carrion-vultures endlessly hunting the prey
The macabre collection of the dead hidden in the dark interior
Tell me that you hear this as the dead cry out from the depths
Are you able to detect the cold stench of something entirely unholy lurking from beneath
The cadaver mutilation
Proceeding to soul distortion
They labour in a manic fashion
With manoeuvres of a courtesan
When their victims are nothing but withered remains with decayed features
They rise from those hollow crypts in desperate search of a fresh dead
Chaotic winds
The breath of ghouls
…complete this funeral feast…
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