Demiurg - Flesh Festival lyrics

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