Testo di Undivine

Spawn of the shifting netherworld Ancient mass of blackened will Incarnate of filth It's touch; consuming To fill the body with evil To fill the body with cold How I desire the touch of nothingness To erase me from all that exists To free me from all being How I desire to hear the squirming of its parasites To feel the sharpened feathers lacerating my skin Awaken the beings that speak with the dead It is a grand process of undivine kinship Titans walk in the place of birth Ancient mass of blackened will Incarnate of filth Praise the beast! I'll fast for 40 nights Spill my blood, altar prepared A feast of carnage