Paroles de Artefacted Spit Forth

Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts. If darker side thus beckon, in limbo boundaries must be smashed! Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. Concocted since the dawn of time. To now release agonised souls. Spit forth the dead! Spit forth the dead! Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemeteries in a blanket of dust. Fertalising the infertile from six feet under. Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemeteries in a blanket of dust. Fertalising the infertile from six feet under. Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. Each united in their cause, yet of it's ground. Ground mates unaware. Now the dead govern the earth. All resistance to them crushed. Life is now minority, the world another hell. Wipeout