Beastplague - Glorified Rottendom lyrics

I'll swallow your soul, feast on your spirit, eviscerate. Join us, taste our sins. Blood-drenched, destined to rot. When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. Bodily dismemberment, putrid stench of excrement, laughing while you die. Immolation imminent, burial in sediment, mimicking your cries. Destined to rot.