كلمات The Demon Incarnate

Asleep below the freezing earth, stirred by the call of the accursed mask Old, dark memories of triumph - a sanctuary of pain and hate Decaying limbs claw through the dirt - the gruesome stench of the past Grotesque shapes obscured by the fog, the moon a bone-white glow Primitive ghoulish hunger to kill, to gore, consume Decrepit are the living, The Demon's will be done The Evil Eye aflame with the power of necromancy An immobilizing stare torturing pitiful souls The cemetery is alive with the lurching undead Exhuming horrible sins in the dead of night A lurid flashing light - anguish and torment Raising all enslaved by death A grim and turgid darkness, contorted forms and shadows Ashes of angels fall like snow upon a grey and lifeless ground The throbbing pulse of The Gravehammer is buried by sadness and gloom Until only silence is echoing in eternity In the rotting air, Granath smiles upon Ovu Mobani incarnate The graveless horror embodied in a zombie's flesh