Slaughterer Of Souls
Autopsy
4:27Through bleak putrid mists Doorways of skin A chanting of rites Nauseates from within Flesh strewn temple Scattered teeth and hair Mutants with cudgels Blood trails in the air A drum made of skulls and dried faces Befouls the night frost, and senses encases Hidden for centuries, beyond wilds Forlorn sacrificial, subjects in piles Troughs thickly filled With coagulated fluids Collected, consumed by ritualistic death druids Surrendering organs Torch lined, walls glowing Feces expelled Staining pave stones While echoing screams Permeate brittle bones