I wipe the maggots from eyes
As I wake from my deathlike sleep
Surrounded by these black walls
Lid closed tightly
Bleeding from every pore
In either reality or a shadow of madness
My flesh as one with the rotted thoughts
That pollute my skull
Through the haze of disturbing depths
My veins flow black
Sour and poisonous
I feel the flesh separating
From my desiccated face
I am living death
I am of darkest origin
Screaming as I struggle to awake
1 | Disembowel |
2 | Pagan Saviour |
3 | My Corpse Shall Rise |
4 | In The Grip Of Winter |
5 | Impending Dread |
6 | Slaughterday |
7 | Mutant Village |
8 | Hole In The Head |
9 | Hand Of Darkness |
10 | Sadistic Gratification |