They nourish their sanguinity with gaunt esurience<br />
And obey to the Thanatos sign<br />
The vultures scratch raw decaying opaque faces<br />
To befide the life means to mortify<br />
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Mother's temple-like womb gives at the seams<br />
The infant sight will never be pierced by the dawn<br />
The new-born evil's narrated Famin<br />
Now his Ascension Day is undergone<br />
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Ravished by the rotten breath of twilight Necropolis<br />
Priestess of the fin God is covering the road<br />
For that ophidian bastard of the flades could be banished<br />
To send Famin into his cradle under the sod<br />
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With demonic carnality revives the epitome demon<br />
Blending a sustenance of tears, blood and ptomaine<br />
Spreading in his Dance Macabre sallow semen<br />
Onto scantly-fleshed sere soil's membrane<br />
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Greeting murder as nostrum, mitigatory gift<br />
Sains the pyre made of those, who wished to live<br />
With poignant pain he glorifies the wraith<br />
Of Necropolis - the Domain of Death