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 a burial ceremony
Churchies 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

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

Necrolatric! Reverence for putrification
Necrolatric! Reverence for the stench

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

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 291 AF.