Funebrarum

Grave Reaper

Funebrarum


In the shadows 
Of the realm of the dead 
A spectre has descended 
Abhorrent visions unknown to man 
Corporealizing disembodied remnants 

Transcendent forces 
Unleashed from the flesh 
The most decrepit of cadavers 
Beckons the grave reaper 
Predatory necromantic powers 

Willing the dead flesh to rise 
Wretchedly goremandize 
Transmogrified 
Into eternities beyond 

Rabidly incising flesh 
Horrifying putrid mess 
Return him to the realm 
Of ancient gods 

A lifeless expanse that time washed away 
A sickening wasteland of pestilential decay 
A dark shroud of misery 
Drapes this forgotten world 
It is here the reaper's twisted soul 
Hungers to return 

In an instant, torn from malignant bliss 
Repulsive immortal at madness' precipice 
Eternal torment, salvation in his grip 
Scavenged remains torn from the crypt 

Grave Reaper 
Bloodthirsty pillager of rotted flesh 

Goremandize ... 

In the shadows of the realm of the dead 
A fiend continues to feast 
Horrifying visage unknown to man 
Ghastly ravenous beast 

Transcendent forces 
Unleashed from the flesh 
Of the most putrescent of the dead 
Where the deceased are torn 
From their ancient slumber 
You will know the Grave Reaper has fed