Before The Throne Of Infection - Annotations Of An Autopsy

Kneel before the tomb of disease

Decimate all

Standing at its doorways, ghostly shrieks approach me

Distorted by the air

Kneel before the tomb of disease

The stench, the smell of dismemberment pleases me

This place will be my tomb;

it haunts me

Ghastly shrieks, pungent stenches, this is my resting place

This will be my undead fortress

My soul reigns eternally

On my throne