Nick Holmes - Grand Morbid Funeral lyrics

With rags drenched in the d**hs of our own kind A ma**ive tail of rats align our steps behind Scattered crosses in every corner of our eyes While our mouths drown in oceans of swarming flies Black d**h leprosy slithers on skin Pierced from within Fever grins like a madman's face Ungodly fall from grace Foul rash of agonized bleeding The pulse receding Vultures circle impatiently To carve the flesh from bone fatally Many a moon on, escape from a d**h so certain The plague breathes down our necks just as sure as night's curtain Trapped to wander this procession of inhumation Our bloodline parched on a cursed road to stagnation