Devour The Living - Thanatos

Burn… brothers…burn… Beyond the point of no return

Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire…

Burn… brothers…burn…, The dead have returned

All living souls we despise, Rise… corpses…rise…

The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known

No chance of survival, no matter where you go

You’re destined to be butchered, your body left to rot

No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god

I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies

As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me

Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn’t make it

Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole

Burn… brothers…burn…The dead have returned

Mildewed organs, white moulded meat

Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed

My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest

A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh

I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside

Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out

Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth

I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I’m going down

Burn… brothers…burn… Beyond the point of no return

Burn… brothers…burn…, The dead have returned

All living souls we despise, Rise… corpses…rise…