Funeral Feast

Macabre Soul Decay

Funeral Feast


Absorbing the fantastic essence of the obscure 
Flowing once more across this unhallowed ground 
Carrion-vultures endlessly hunting the prey 
The macabre collection of the dead hidden in the dark interior 

Tell me that you hear this as the dead cry out from the depths 
Are you able to detect the cold stench of something entirely unholy lurking from beneath  

The cadaver mutilation 
Proceeding to soul distortion 
They labour in a manic fashion 
With manoeuvres of a courtesan 

When their victims are nothing but withered remains with decayed features 
They rise from those hollow crypts in desperate search of a fresh dead 

Chaotic winds 
The breath of ghouls 
…complete this funeral feast…