Vile is the act
And curses the word
Marching onward leaving death knells unheard
Grotesque the form, masses
A putrid horde
Aroma
Of decay
As hell trudges forth
The long dead flayed
With their innards displayed
Starving for flesh
From their grave, they ascend
Watch as you die, regurgitated insides
Wretched, becoming
Youll join them In time
You feel it inside
Now that youve died
Humanity laid to rest
A rotting cadaver possesed
Subhuman regression
Possesion
The grotesque Procession