Letra de Macabre Soul Decay

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…