WANDER AMONGST THE DEAD. Their arms gnarled in ecstasy. Their faces drawn and feverish. These are the halls of DOOM, forever inscribed are the words of filth. Awaiting a personal HELL; rot. These catacombs beckon, the pathway to HELL. Beyond the grace of FLESH go I, beyond the future of ash and into the pools of fire.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
