Triumvir Foul piosenki

Suppressed by these vile eyes Mangling of self and spirit Serpentine gnashing of my dreams I shall fall into the tunnels of decay 

Fill my limbs Crush my visions Desecrate my dreams Thwart my notions of empathy and pleasure Corrupt my instincts - abide by the spectre The spectre of lust The spectre of decay The spectre of carnality Visions drenched with your wretched fucking exist...

Epidermis punctured As the deadened blood is drawn Stiff cadever on the table Victims of death's spawn Desicate, deteriorate Start to decompose Process of embalment Through your veins the chemicals flow No more thoughts inside your head Your brain is...

Spirits of anxiety Spirits of hate Spirits of immeasurable suffering Spirits of blood and vomit O, continue on in endless spiritual violence 

Incantation of continual decimation, sufferer of astral woe, divine See me not for my inverted tomb of life Of pathetic existence, abhorrence transpires 

Rite of torment Rite of lies Vicious onslaught of spiritual violence is all that remains Within the tomb of God's placenta In their hearts filled with black cum and phlegm 

Impregnate me Decorate my mind with depravity and leave me squirming for all to see The embodiment of weakness, of pathetic temptation Of scornful lust and uncontrolled desire You fill me o' one of carnality Guide me away 

I stay in my constant anxious state Tormenting me, purging me, raping me Until I am no more Fill my mind with corruption and lies Lead me down To the rotten diadem 

Oppressed in slumber My right to pleasure relinquished I am nothing but weakness Pathetic and swollen with self-loathing Serpents please have mercy Your scornful hatred is unfounded I long for lust eternal As I bathe in the pools of vomit 

Bas̆mu spills its last drops of vomit upon me Into my chalice of lust and corruption Visionless decay feeds me more And my eyes close And enter into the finality Of the corruption of flesh and spirit