Dead Flesh Makeover - Die

Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased

The spouses of the arcane celebrant

Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made

From bones of 30 starving slaves

Shades in the cursed sepulchre

The weeping and cleansing of the damned

The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood

Barrels filled, left to rot

Behind the stagnant skin only bones fill the corpse

The hair on their heads are tracky threads

Failing to emerge, they feed upon themselves

Just to tame the hunger deep inside

Shades in the cursed sepulchre

The weeping and cleansing of the damned

Peeling off the wood from the inside

Of a decomposed coffin

A glance at the world

Through a gap in the grave

Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased

The spouses of the arcane celebrant

Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made

From bones of 30 starving slaves

Shades in the cursed sepulchre

The weeping and cleansing of the damned

The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood

Barrels filled, left to rot

Peeling off the wood from the inside

Of a decomposed coffin

A glance at the world

Through a gap in the grave

Howling from the tombs of the battered and deceased

The spouses of the arcane celebrant

Their graves undisturbed in the desert they are made

From bones of 30 starving slaves

Shades in the cursed sepulchre

The weeping and cleansing of the damned

The efficient craftwork, siphoning blood

Barrels filled, left to rot