Dead you were buried alive
your putrid flesh falls off turns old
A flawed existence A pity Death
it must not stop only rule
your dying eyes turn to liquid
you must be mortal
Only God can kill until there's nothing left
YOU WERE BURIED IN GOLD
YOUR PROCESSION DONE IN WORMS
No way out yet not born
suffocated I suffer
no religion can't I sleep
mutilated husk
Spent an Eternity waiting for a reborn life
Gods will burn in the birth of I
what were you buried in (x4) Gold
RAISE BLOOD TO HIM
many a tusk,what were you buried in
was gathered at dusk,what were you buried in
in memory of HIM
Infernal life incomplete and pale
Loathing melting King