Tekster:
Conducting From The Grave Revenants

shal be taken by my hands I'll tear the pulsing bag of shit from your chest and burn it before your eyes Upon your grave I shall stand as a monument

shall be opened revealing truth in your lies holding you down by the weights of your falseness, for all to see as they rip the bowels out from your mouth

mindless Revenants I summon thee to gorge upon the helpless, the docile and frail Tear their worthless eyes from their heads and swill from their slitted

And the time shall come to pass when we're no longer given breath and then nothing shall see what monsters we have become

among us see this plague manifest from your scorn and the echoes from revenants of your horror's past shall torment your mind see hallow ties to a world, build from

gloom And there he howls with an unearthly wail that shakes me I sit and try to gasp for air, my chest is tight from apprehension From this beast that