Putrid incense of decaying bodies
Attack the armies of the deceased
They mark their graves for their hearts
Putrid incense of decaying bodies
Attack the armies of the deceased
They mark their graves for their hearts

Scars bleeding truth from my heart to the fatigued souls
Caught in caulicle torment
Punished for their lies
My heart is filled with emotions
They bring me to this where they
Tell the story of how they came to wait
They bring my diseased spirit to its knees

I see the light through the their eyes
Its blinding me, and I wait to scream
Scars bleeding truth from my heart to the fatigued souls
Caught in caulicle torment
Punished for their lies
They wait in the darkness
Putrid incense of decaying bodies flows out into the night
My heart is filled with emotions
They bring me to this where they tell the story of how they came to wait
They bring my diseased spirit to its knees