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Ancients have cursed them all

Die, go to hell and rot.

Like river their blood has flown

Holy dead, now unholy undead

Till smell of life becomes

The stench of death and unpurity

Unholy, - Undead and unburied

Howls of the clergymen

suffering the curse of the corpse

They swore their revenge in blood

Now carrion hunger grows

Mass burials, of the

wretched and Unholy,

Undead and unburied

Cast them in

Shackles throw

Them to snakes

Into thrown

Blood filled graves

Once they’ve burnt

At the stake

Raped and torn

Landslide open lost tombs Grown in mold,

Now they move out of the lairs Into the night requiem

Grizzly hunger behind - wicked eyes,

Lore of most high They have left aside,

Now herd of face rotted priests Lurking in mist

Their empty eyesockets full of larvae Glisten

In most hellish flames Sun goes black,

Blood moon arise Awaken the Furious dead.

Massacre with no end exposed

To necrosodomy, a carrion pest outbreak

Servants of light,

Devoured by the dark

Consigned to humus,

Flesh putrefied