Touched By Thanat

The dead-eaten, putrid 
Revived and lost. 
Signs of madness 
On my brow. 
We are alive 
We just pretend 
That we are dead. 

Defiled visions became 
Reality and comprehension. 
Blood and mud 
Adron our withered bodies 

Blood - particular liquid 
Spirits' beverage. 
Come to my ritual song 
My rotten friends 

In the scream 
Od flamed candles 
Predictive whisper 
Of souls. 

Touched by thanat 
You'll understand us 

I'll put back tulips 
On my grave. 
Mistress of sorrow 
Accept this poor man 
'Cause it was me.