Cerecloth - My Own Grave

Bastards of life, the harlots eclipsed by death

Spewed from the depths of her fractured mind

Macabre entombment as the carcass reeks, still warm

Flesh through lie to epitaph

Reborn, undead, unborn

Open the portal to the world below

Through necrosis inverted

Broken seals of necronomicon

The past shall be rescripted

In your final hour

You don’t answer to god, you will answer to death

In cerecloth, your life entombed

Flesh shall rot and deeds live on

Gods of sepulchre stone

Govern over us

So life may imitate itself

By whom we enthrone

By the likes we condemn to never be born again

Life to you is a wait for eternity in heaven

What you consider yourself to be, it sickens me

Animal or man, equal mortal flesh

History by whatever hand

Pillars that life can never reach

In your final hour

You don’t answer to god, you will answer to death

In cerecloth, your life entombed

Flesh shall rot and deeds live on