Infernal death - Ritual carnage

Piling the bodies

Burn them in the night

Skin grows black and withered

Decayed smell will rise

Existence fading

Into ashes

Burn those bodies

To Infernal death

Human coals are burning

Repulsive yet so true

Open graves are scattered

When the work is through

Existence fading

Into ashes

Burn those bodies

To Infernal death