Incantation. Devoured Death. Zeneszám

Rot in your burning crypts
Breaking gates of life
Deep earth's abyss
Souls burnt to a dark crisp

Bodies taken from the graves
Buried under sacred dirt
Still embalmed stiff flesh
Skin burnt to the core

Recite the words of the living hell
Arise the ones from eternal sleep
Awaken evil ones that rest below
Come forth and show your rotting soul

Thriving for days of peace
Rotting corpse, another deceased
Breaking through their sealed caskets
Digging their way through the earth

Summoning the witch's Gods
Rigor mortis, rotting creatures
The arising of the dead

Burning flesh, the sensation
They come to steal your life
Bring forth the deceased

Bodies taken from the graves
Burned under sacred dirt
Still embalmed stiff flesh
Skin burnt to the core