Putrid incense of decaying bodies 
Attack the armies of the deceased 
They mark their graves for their hearts 
Scars bleeding [bad word] from my heart to the fatigued souls 
Caught in caulicle torment 
Punished for their lies 
My heart is filled with emotions 
They bring me to this where they tell the story of how they came to wait 
They bring my diseased spirit to its knees 
I see the light through the their eyes 
Its blinding me, and I wait to scream 
Scars bleeding [bad word] from my heart to the fatigued souls 
Caught in caulicle torment 
Punished for their lies 
They wait in the darkness 
Putrid incense of decaying bodies flows out into the night 
My heart is filled with emotions 
They bring me to this where they tell the story of how they came to wait 
They bring my diseased spirit to its knees