Paroles de Flesh Festival

What's dead should dead still be not breeding the soil Commanding spineless beings to do its abhorrent bidding At the flesh festival, where death and vermin breed Soulless creatures at the beck and call of filth Atrocious are the caverns where souls and maggots merge A swarming pool of wet the breeding ground of death Not still as the dust but crawling with sickened lust Creations subterranean awaiting the end of man Rising from the filth to enthrone their sickened reign