Paroles: Necrophagia. The Divine Art Of Torture. Flowers of Flesh and Blood.

Left to rot
Dried up, dying
Draining life
As we know it

Doesn't seem to bad
Rotting flesh
Compared to the filth
Beyond magick
In which we're planted

I've seen the other side
There's nothing here for me
I crave darkness

Killed by silence
Suffer the children
In a paradise lost


A moment frozen
Sins of the father
Echoing forbidden fruits
Nothing but lies
Passed on like plague

Take me back
To nothingness
Away from the pain

Eternal sleep
Flowers of flesh and bloodBeckons me
We are all