Lus Sepulcri - Incantation

Soil that surrounds

Fester underground

Tombs so profound

Shrouds fall unbound

Reduced to dust

Epitaphs carved

Overgrowth barbed

To live with filth by choice we don’t

To die with filth by right we won’t

My work is to dispose

But never bury those

Faithful decompose

I will appose

Bloodline died

Generations piled

Side by side

To live with filth by choice we don’t

To die with filth by right we won’t

Take your divinity (elsewhere)

Silent (in your) empty stare

Wasteful life the holy lied

For I interred when you died

I won’t cremate

Vermin permeate

Apostate

To live with filth by choice we don’t

To die with filth by right we won’t