What's dead should dead still be not breeding the soil
Commanding spineless beings to do its abhorrent bidding
At the flesh festival, where d**h and vermin breed
Soulless creatures at the beck and call of filth
Atrocious are the caverns where souls and maggots merge
A swarming pool of wet the breeding ground of d**h
Not still as the dust but crawling with sickened lust
Creations subterranean awaiting the end of man
Rising from the filth to enthrone their sickened reign