1 - UNDER THE BLACK SOIL

I've always been obsessed by evil, darkness and decay
But my morbid way of living have taken a more malignant way
I want to take a step further, it's not enough what's in my mind
I really want to look in the dead eyes of the dark so I can feel, touch and taste the dead

The death infested crypt I desecrate
The black stiffs body I immolate
And its far away soul I devastate
As extinction of the blessed begins...

The obscure light from the moon casts my shadow on the mournful epitaph
I set down my candles next to the grave and begin my work down to the cenotaph
The reek of decay oozes from the earth, a stench that makes me dig faster
Finally I reach the heart of the tomb now decompossessed to be the deads superior master

The death infested crypt I desecrate
The black stiffs body I immolate
And its far away soul I devastate
As extinction of the blessed begins...

I'm shying from the light, I've always loved the night
So let me be one with the dark under the black soil.

Where I shall remain, where I shall pass away
So let me spend my last time under the black soil...

Haunted and chanted by the darkness...

Where I shall remain, where I shall pass away
So let me spend my last time under the black soil...

Haunted and chanted by the darkness...

A cold caress of the dead flesh and all my visions of death went black
A hideous malevolant slaughter of the ones departed was now a gratificated fact
Finally my dark subconscious can rest,for me there is no more
An incision and I'll be united with the ones I lived for - the dead...

The death infested crypt I desecrate
The black stiffs body I immolate
And its far away soul I devastate
As extinction of the blessed begins...



2 - FORENSICKNESS

Nightly evocation, to a scene darkened by death and horror
Mighty exaltation, as the relatives succumb in their sorrows
A victim of malicious ferocity
Life molested by human atrocity...

The carnage, the bloodshed - the noxious smell
Interrogation, identification - my forensic hell
Postmeridian, post-mortem - the cause of death is found
Formalin, funeral - the body buried in the ground...

The profession of pathology, to examinate the dead
All limbs clinically washed, arranged on the steel-bed
All the wrapped up corpses, and all the mourners grief
Makes my emotional sympathy, disappear in a moment so brief...

Body parts - putrefied, beating hearts - mortified
Body parts in the streets, burning flesh in the heat
Serial deeds - people's thrilled, serious needs - a need to kill
Requesting the killers head, requiem - celebrate the dead...

The spattered design of suicide
Sanguinary artwork spread wide
The submerged blue stiff's dislodgement
A mass so watery and purulent...

The shredded parts of a child
A victim of sick desires so wild
The gathering of ripped remains
A signature of the criminally insane

The carnage, the bloodshed - the noxious smell
Interrogation, identification - my forensic hell
Postmeridian, post-mortem - the cause of death is found
Formalin, funeral - the body buried in the ground...