Total Funeral

At first a noisome pack

I am the rancid mark that devours making man

Once upon a whimpering babe

I am the murderer's hand that wields the blade of regicide

Oh Babylon thou harlot

Succubus of a thousand suitors

I am the foetid stench of thy burning hag's embrace

A perverse incubation

I am the olive branch corrupt with venomous asps

Totalt funeral

Desolate one

Total funeral

Total death

Around their neck the noose draws tight

A knot of thorns felling holy men and kings

I am the vile countenance of the gibbet's grasp

Of what was wrought and where was spent the seed

I am the black spider, the splinter within our minds

Fill your mouth with the foul earth

Suffocate on the souls

I am the messiah of famine and (f)lies

Grim brilliance in frost

Desolation made flesh

I am the son of darkness and death

Total funeral

Desolate one

Total funeral

Total death!