Howling from the Grave - Immersed

Ominous

Absorption of the decadence

Hollow eyes staring from the walls of the trove

Nameless abhorred trophies of morbidity

Bestowed deep with the foundations

Of our dominion lies the key to our own oblivion

Collection of the carnal mind

A twisted sense of the sublime

Collection of the carnal mind

The dissonance of extreme morbidity

Excavation of the darkened antiquity

The legends of one buried for five centuries

Pale moon casting horrible twisting shadows

The stench of the rotting coffin so foul

Collection of the carnal mind

A twisted sense of the sublime

Collection of the carnal mind

The dissonance of extreme morbidity

Reveling over the ancient grotesque occupancy

Howls roll across the pains heard but unseen

Skies scream a vengeful cry

Marked by the beast that can never die

Terror grips the night skies

Through haunted trees in darkness its disguised

Whispering in a foreign tongue foretelling our demise

St. John was ripped and torn asunder

«Marked by the beast that hunts the ones who vex and gnaw at the dead»,

The Hound

I must return what I have stolen

From that hollow grave to save myself

From that same bitter fate

Still thirsty is the maw

That drives to self annihilation

«Claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses», The Hound

The Death toll ceases to end

I hear it calling

Calling from the shadows

Calling for my death unhallowed

So unhallowed