Bow Of Mortis

Flowers of filth and flesh, dwell until you're dead rise forth from the rot, once below forgotten form spring from the ground, rise from corpse that fell scream oh strings of flesh, caress my bow of death

Nucleus of hate, crypt of insane capture prince of tainted blood, thieve the dream of death sleep in the orgasm of horror, awaken perceiver of light as not of the beginning, to never foresee the end

Spring forth forms from the ground, possess your lair entombment of your flesh, horizons despair dust soon falls to the earth, to rise again forgot blood that once stained, now blackened sands