[Lyrics by Fleshgore. Music by Sad.]
They nourish their sanguinity with gaunt esurience
and obey to the Thanatos sign
the vultures scratch raw decaying opaque faces
to befide the life means to mortify
 
Mother's temple-like womb gives at the seams
the infant sight will never be pierced by the dawn
the new-born evil's narrated Famin
now his Ascension Day is undergone
 
Ravished by the rotten breath of twilight Necropolis
priestess of the fin God is covering the road
for that ophidian [bad word] of the flades could be banished
to send Famin into his cradle under the sod
 
With demonic carnality revives the epitome demon
blending a sustenance of tears, blood and ptomaine
spreading in his Dance Macabre sallow [bad word] onto scantly-fleshed sere soil's membrane
 
Greeting murder as [bad word]  mitigatory gift
sains the pyre made of those, who wished to live
with poignant pain he glorifies the wraith
of Necropolis - the Domain of Death