Pale shining full moon light
nocturnal summer breeze
It is desecration night

The scent of the waving sea
Age old graveyard calls
Black shadows drawing near

The water hits the shores
The tide it has now turned
Ceremonial chant begins

The casket breaks
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I crave the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love decay
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul
I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul

In the [bad word] below the gathering
Is held for the desecrators praise
Nothing left to be sacred
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean
Streams the peacock angel reigns
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate
Through the razorblade ritual

Seeking the right corpse
To mediate upon
Soon the shovel hits the earth

Soon the casket breaks
I exhume the rotting corpse
The skull is in my hands
An I wipe away the dirt

Seated on the corpse
I smell the rancid flesh
Shivers sent down my spine
As I feel the cold of death

The terror of the night
On a lysergic high
Catapults my mind
Inducing visions from beyond

Perception of reality fades
Disintegration in the visions
Dreamlike experience
Of a horrifying kind

The casket of the witch
Her body long decayed
shrine to the damned

Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine
The angel burns in a thousand flames

Walk among the graves
The foulness from the pits
From the caverns of your brain
Relish in catharsis
As the acid [bad word] your mind

Transcending the mundane,
The necroshaman bids, [bad word] to the initiate
Lysergic congregation, [bad word] on Dionysian wine,
Moves into altered states
From the darkest realms,
Surges atavistic rage,
The bestial manifests
Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse,
Bred in disordered times,
Boil with primal hate

Prayers sung in reverse
Homage to the concubine
Reigns the desecrator's curse

See the traces of [bad word] The tombstones that are smashed
The angel burns in a thousand flames

I love the rot
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul