They nourish their sanguinity with gaunt esurience

And obey to the Thanatos sign

The vultures scratch raw decaying opaque faces

To befide the life means to mortify

Mother's temple-like womb gives at the seams

The infant sight will never be pierced by the dawn

The new-born evil's narrated Famin

Now his Ascension Day is undergone

Ravished by the rotten breath of twilight Necropolis

Priestess of the fin God is covering the road

For that ophidian bastard of the flades could be banished

To send Famin into his cradle under the sod

With demonic carnality revives the epitome demon

Blending a sustenance of tears, blood and ptomaine

Spreading in his Dance Macabre sallow semen

Onto scantly-fleshed sere soil's membrane

Greeting murder as nostrum, mitigatory gift

Sains the pyre made of those, who wished to live

With poignant pain he glorifies the wraith

Of Necropolis - the Domain of Death