Ritual Of Demise

Feel the pain, the frost of the cold
Bodies rotting, decayed and old
They try to rest in a cold black Earth
Their final place destined from birth

Ritual spells
Flow over the yard
Bodies start to life
Disgusting what a smell
From the book
You'll have to tell us
The right words to join this hell

Open the grave and see it's real
I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel
Open the grave and you'll discover
It's not a spirit, but your lover

Join us whenever in the sand below
Left I'd rot in a six foot hole
Smell the stench of an open head
I don't think you'll be better off dead

Ritual spells
Flow over the yard
Bodies start to life
Disgusting what a smell
From the book
You'll have to tell us
The right words to join this hell

Open the grave and see it's real
I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel
Open the grave and you'll discover
It's not a spirit, but your lover

Join us whenever in the sand below
Left I'd rot in a six foot hole
Smell the stench of an open head
I don't think you'll be better off dead


Open the grave and see it's real
I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel
Open the grave and you'll discover
It's not a spirit, but your lover

Join us whenever in the sand below
Left I'd rot in a six foot hole
Smell the stench of an open head
I don't think you'll be better off dead

The fog appears
Clock strikes twelve
Blood turns black
You can better kill yourself
From the book
You must know the spell
You know the spell
The right words
To join this hell