Ancient is my seed, summoned through ancestral pain
Deepest my wounds thus mightiest I stand
Funeral miasma, I gaze down upon man
Sight through the open eye
Bleed the light, chimera from the past
Suffocate the human breath
Cold Flesh of living to ashes of dead
Burning in forgotten times
Cauldron of the weeping
Cold tombs of the night
Kiss the grime and filth of earth
The scent of pride shall k** the rat
The site of hate shall perish souls
Kneeling before d**h
The darkness has frozen the sun and earth
Ending the plague, of the living dead
Patterns of embers in hue of night
The messenger arose in the form of smoke
I spit my hate towards the temple of time
Drowning light into abyssal space
Ancient is my seed, summoned through ancestral pain
Deepest my wounds thus mightiest I stand
Exhuming the graves where your fathers lie
Unearthing the skeleton dust