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 | Fiend For Blood |
| 6 | Impending Dread |
| 7 | Slaughterday |
| 8 | Mutant Village |
| 9 | Hole In The Head |
| 10 | Hand Of Darkness |