Paroles: Necrophagia. The Divine Art Of Torture. Upon Frayed Lips of Silence.

Fingers from the crypt
Attached to friendish eyes
Rising from below
Regurgitated from beyond

It's name-spoken
Upon frayed lips of silence

Twisted into form
By the hands of death
Strangled from within
By an unseen force


Inhuman strength
Breathing poison fires
Into rotten souls
Of the dying