Erosion of life I see
It makes the passion burn in me
Life it always withers away
Death will eternally stay

Corpses in their coffins
Forever rest in peace
There sleeping with the aspergillus
Is this justice to the dead?

The atrocious sight of burial ceremony
Christians weeping for the departed
They won't understand
They should envy them

The deceased they know, if there's a paradise
Or shall we feel, the purgatory
I open the graves, admire the rot
I can feel the presence, of something beyond

Aureola of nauseating reek
Wings of shriveled skin
Holy beauty of a carcass
Divine sight for me to gaze upon

Necrolatic!
Reverence for putrefaction
Necrolatic!
Reverence for the stench
The deceased they know, if there's a paradise
Or shall we feel, the purgatory
I open the graves, admire the rot
I can feel the presence, of something beyond

I kneel, before a carrion
I pray, before the dead
I know, they shall rise
I fear, for the scourge
I revere, power of the dead