1. A FEAST FOR THE GRAVE

Come forth my children
I bring a feast for the grave


2. GIFT OF ROTTEN FLESH

Ground flesh burning red
For hungry demons to be fed
Bonemarrow sucked out from bones
Cracked skulls to decorate tombstones
Path of guts to follow
Squelchy sounds for the soul
Rotten corpses all around
Half eaten maggots found

Black crows pecking out the eyes
Forever after they go blind

Butchers knife dance on flesh
Too few cuts just means less
Most tender parts the demons fight
Horrific sreams spread out tonight

Soulless creatures occupied the night
scavengers gather for a fight
Burnt flesh brings out the worst
Most greedy ones are served first

Stale air fills the lungs
Life long addict for some
Pointless you stand alone
Mutilated since you were born

Black crows pecking out the eyes
Forever after they go blind

Butchers knife dance on flesh
Too few cuts just means less
Most tender parts the demons fight
Horrific sreams spread out tonight


3. IN THE GRASP OF THE STARVING DEAD

Hands of death pulling you down
Into a hole deep in the ground
You'll become food for the beast
Many in numbers no release
Your blood is spread all around
You can see your insides ripped out
You became food for the starving
Unnecessary death's landscapes carving

Deep in the ground
Can be found
Graves of hundred
Hundreds eaten alive

Tools of death, no one's left
To tell the tale why they came
For certain death, out of bread
Came to work, only few survived
In this horrible sight
Men died

Tomb of the starving dead
In the grasp of the starving dead

Hands of death pulling you down
Into a hole deep in the ground
You'll become food for the beast
Many in numbers no release

Deep in the ground
Can be found
Graves of hundred
Hundreds eaten alive

Tomb of the starving dead
In the grasp of the starving dead


4. A NEBULOUS PARTING

The time we feast in the underground
You can't choose for being shroud
Eyes sucked out from your skull
Cast's always late from the funeral

Atoms you turn that may last
Despite nature of your craft
Funeral party is always a feast
A nebulous parting for the priest

Death's obscure mask will change
With the times of the decayed

Now we must die
Willing to try
To see what lasts
In a wooden casket

Nothing stays
Always the same
Rotten corpse
Grief unspoken

Death will always choose it's own
A beautiful massacre to be shown
Crown of thorns lay beside your bed
A body for service to be shred

Graveyard in bloom during full moon
Shadows are shaped by the bride and the groom
Mouth full of dust to decay more slow

This spoiled era of humanity
We crawl like insects
Submitted for brutality
Cause never seen
Worshipping something that's not real
We cry for release
Priests words make you insane
This world seems a mistake

Sorrow...
Grief...
Release...

Now we must die
Willing to try
To see what lasts
In a wooden casket

Nothing stays
Always the same
Rotten corpse
Grief unspoken


5. ROTTEN GATES OF HEAVEN

No light comes without the night
Stray wolves pack tonight
Blood clots in veins
Lifelong track opens

It's night and there is a will to die
Forsaken thoughts apply
No mercy for the diseased
Death comes alive

Now we must pray
For the priests words are insane
Enlightenment far from christ
To reveal humans' spite

Crawl...

At last something that's sane
Nothing... is always the same
Narrow minded will die through their souls
Obscure message crosses between worlds

Now we must pray
For the priests words are insane
Enlightenment far from christ
To reveal humans' spite

We are animal
We are never to become divine


6. NEVER PERFECT WHEN YOU DIE

Scum...

Words dialect pain
Our world is all insane
We are here to just feel pain
Our world is insane

Hardcore drive
Modern dive
Feeling free
Never seen
Killing the best
Fuck the rest
Modern dive
No one survive

Deep in soul
Modified to follow
Must kill th spree
Of falling to your knees
We are the ones
Who will last
Fuck the pain
It's always the same
Free from the past
Nothing lasts

Now it's the time
To free your mind
Free your death's insane
World came from pain
Secure your path
Came from death's wrath
Suicide is the key
But only the right time to set you free

New dawn rises
Not better but new
The world changes
Could you
But it's always the same
Feelings disappeared
Never perfect when you die
It's always the same
Feelings disappeared
Never perfect when you die
Change all the time
It's time to die


7. ATONEMENT FROM HELL

Killing the weak
World now bleeds
Atonement came from hell
Sickness in your mind now you dwell
No cure comes from society
Imprisoned outsider without release
Can walk no more
Can feel no more

Gloomy landscapes rape my mind
I am dead inside
No hope for my kind
Finally I'll rest in peace in my shrine

Death walks near my mind
Sorrow for the weak unfound
Capacity to destroy
Soulless
Dead inside