Calling With The Deads

A pungent stent hurts
My sense of smell
My heart runs
Cold chills runs trough my dorsal
Breathless I can't move

Can't feel my less
The cold wind, strong and sharpened
Incomprehensible beyond voices
Slow

Mummified human forms
Stinks like disgrace
Come near me
The sweat runs trough my face

Of widened and bloodshot eyes
Terror in the bottom of my soul
Internal hybrids
Animal, hanged

Spectrum incorparated
Blood below moon light
Insane faces of evil
Harvesting human forms

Wish to take, your soul to hell
I can hear now
Dragging in my direction
Abominable creatures

A mortuary and merciless siege
The rotten breath
Is sensed from far
I close my eyes and wait

I feel the mortuary
Touch of death
Teeth and claws upon me
My flesh being chewed

I feel like there is only
My carcass left
Than a magical resurrection
An a terrible hunger
Of human flesh