Torture the flesh with spines Upon the rack Then vehemently vanquish the existence Under a dark coffin And from the miasmatical impurity The cursedburnt offering Shall suppurate a filthy stench of pain Thou art woerot, what dwells within Wrath forever, defaced and flaming Ghastly foetus entangled on me Doomed and evilers on the Insanitys domain Hail Death Ave Dusk Woerot!! Grovel into the entrails Of the regrettable havor Woerot the unholy woe has been prone Under the coldest, dilapidated coffin To celebrate the gloomiest funeral wooing Ancient ceremony darkened By the stink of exhumation And beyond the epitaph an obsequies Turn chant and rite Below death and bereavement of flesh Where the emaciated souls Eternally dwell in dreariness Because that woe shall always Be mourning and shade When thy falling comes Ave Dusk Woerot! And when those devious paths May ensanguine thy flagitious existence Thou shall exhume the egregious funeral As the ingrowing pain would be Inflicted upon us Where the inequity has crawled Its almost ghoul And where we suffer, perpetually Ourselves scars... Thus the mournful soul tears the furtive sob When lightness lacerates its kibosh And your rabies and your chaos want torture The tragedian war poem The shadow fields of bitterly unheard Hail Death Ave Dusk Woerot!
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