Paroles de The Pestilent Pits of Disgrace

So old and defiled coming from the obscure enormous pyres in perpetual flames are the pits of disgrace rising in the everlasting night into another existence walk the collectors of the dead soul dealers of the afterworld mournful harvesters of flesh and blood! ripping hearts in brutal celebrations offered to ancient gods of decadence gods of the abysmal kingdoms feeding the unholy fire with putrid corpses beings so immersed in blackness servants of underworld masters hallowed creatures from the endless night reanimated to obey in pain! haggard sorcerers of malignant will slavering souls in eternal grief skinless monks of impurity sacrificial rites in the after realms ripping hearts in brutal celebrations offered to ancient gods of decadence