Bring Out Your Dead - Naglfar

I caress the cold blackened Skin

A Whore soon dead as Life has fled

Necrotic scent unfolds

My tainted Touch burns in her Veins

A husk diseased, gagging to breathe

Soon nothing left but Bones

You can find me at the Cemeteries

There, where Death is most real

I await

Where the Maggots crawl, there I wait for your Soul

You can call me by my Name

I am the Plague

You will know me by the trail of deceased

The dead sprawled in the Streets

Putried Bodies, my Trophies, they’re mine to claim

So waste no Prayers

Your God is not here

My Presence brings you all Despair, so…

…Bring on your Dead

I caress the cold blackened Skin

Another Soul add to my fold

Necrotic scent unfolds

My tainted Touch burns in her Veins

A Face so pale as Life has failed

Soon nothing left but Bones

You will know me by the trail of deceased

The dead sprawled in the Streets

Putried Bodies, my Trophies, they’re mine to claim

So waste no Prayers

Your God is not here

My Presence brings you all Despair, so…

…Bring on your Dead