Post-Mortem. Death cry, agony cry, nightmares that reveal your condition succession of mind disorders practising your favorite acts looting the mortal agony parts of an endless wrath stirring like a monotonous pendulum with a head that misses all notion of reality. Mortalize the soul,chewing your sorrow, funeral shrewd over you, sheltering the cold, fleshless wrapping of the soul, corroded by sepulchral creatures, in the abyss and grim hermetism of the coffin, property of that slow biological process called death, profane anatomy, appearance of an ambition of being nothing else than infecting putrefaction suppurous protein for the in habitants of tombs. Agony cry, in rigor mortis death cry, post-mortem succumbing in the dephts. Death cries in the necropsy practised to deceased by cannibal invader, consuming every part of his morbid body... volatilizes the essence of your cerebral cell, as your skull stays untouched till the necrophagus achieve digging your bones reaching at last the brain, and that will be when those frightening cries of agony, humming so malignantly coming from a corrupted death that can't rest in peace.