Vulgar - Piano Fruits Music & Hendrik Gardener

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 ecremony 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