Infecting the Crypts

Exhume the wretched body from its timeless slumber

Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside

Maggot-infected corpse stares, dismal

Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass

Ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans

The unfertile soil infecting the crypts

Of the once deceased bodies, not through decomposure

Ending their peace, their chances of Hell

Vomit-type substance is formed from its innards

Festering slime that revels inside

Substance erupts and its stomach bursts open

Forced down your throat to regurgitate life

Force of the dead, ending the one they defied, corrupted

Chosen in pain, end in the words of the rain

Killing the substance of the dead, I am your pain, your fire

Incensed by the ones that are dead, out of the rain

Most of the dead that sustained, out of the pain, your fire

Incensed by the ones that are dead, out of your reign

Forces of pain entered the way that the void corrupted

Chosen at birth, of course the rain and the fire you'll see

Out of the chosen enter the one of the fire, the pain