Bring Out Your Dead

I caress the cold blackened Skin
A Whore soon dead as Life has fled
Necrotic scent unfolds
My tainted Touch burns in her Veins
A husk diseased, gagging to breathe
Soon nothing left but Bones.

You can find me at the Cemeteries
There, where Death is most real
I await
Where the Maggots crawl, there I wait for your Soul
You can call me by my Name
I am the Plague.

You will know me by the trail of deceased
The dead sprawled in the Streets
Putried Bodies, my Trophies, they're mine to claim
So waste no Prayers
Your God is not here
My Presence brings you all Despair, so.

Bring on your Dead.

I caress the cold blackened Skin
Another Soul add to my fold
Necrotic scent unfolds
My tainted Touch burns in her Veins
A Face so pale as Life has failed
Soon nothing left but Bones.

You will know me by the trail of deceased
The dead sprawled in the Streets
Putried Bodies, my Trophies, they're mine to claim.
So waste no Prayers
Your God is not here
My Presence brings you all Despair, so.

Bring on your Dead.