Ondskapt Excision
Beckon beyond and afar there thee wanderer
As we preform excision of earthly existence
Harness the power and force of a greater will
Sweet pungent smells of human death
As a sickly stink plague the senses
A morose and ungodly journey
Where malignant elder demons may lead the way
Now left in the deepest of solitude
Lofty emanations caress the words of god
Over the vast echoed plain
Banishing life to tare into a totalitarian heart
Cold as it all slips away bare
Unto a state of transcendence
Give into death
As the soul shall enter abysmal depths
