Excision - Ondskapt

Beckon beyond and afar there thee wanderer

As we preform excision of earthly existence

Harness the power and force of a greater will

Sweet pungent smells of human death

As a sickly stink plague the senses

A morose and ungodly journey

Where malignant elder demons may lead the way

Now left in the deepest of solitude

Lofty emanations caress the words of god

Over the vast echoed plain

Banishing life to tare into a totalitarian heart

Cold as it all slips away bare

Unto a state of transcendence

Give into death

As the soul shall enter abysmal depths