Lyrics
Mass grave of the re-killed dead
A sight not perceived with sight
Remains grant me a vision
Disturbing the afterlife
Perverted rebirth cycle
Soul disembowelment
Pain able to be perceived
Nobody to try and stop it
Sentient, their souls
Abide their torment
Groveling at surreptitious offerings
That are lies
For dead ears
Nothing left
But agony
They're all but gone
They're there just enough
To spend all time
In agony
Mass grave of the re-killed dead
A sight not perceived with sight
Remains grant me a vision
Disturbing the afterlife
Opening my eyes
Now I perceive
My hands
Crushing the fucking skill
To gain the knowledge trapped within
Staple it shut, too much to contain
It's seeping out
Apperceived
The spectre's pit, the death of the dead
Tormented beyond eternity's misery
Phantasmal festering
Phantasmal festering
Phantasmal festering