Lyrics Howling from the Grave - Immersed

Howling from the Grave

Ominous
Absorption of the decadence
Hollow eyes staring from the walls of the trove
Nameless abhorred trophies of morbidity
Bestowed deep with the foundations
Of our dominion lies the key to our own oblivion
Collection of the carnal mind
A twisted sense of the sublime
Collection of the carnal mind
The dissonance of extreme morbidity
Excavation of the darkened antiquity
The legends of one buried for five centuries
Pale moon casting horrible twisting shadows
The stench of the rotting coffin so foul
Collection of the carnal mind
A twisted sense of the sublime
Collection of the carnal mind
The dissonance of extreme morbidity
Reveling over the ancient grotesque occupancy
Howls roll across the pains heard but unseen
Skies scream a vengeful cry
Marked by the beast that can never die
Terror grips the night skies
Through haunted trees in darkness its disguised
Whispering in a foreign tongue foretelling our demise
St. John was ripped and torn asunder
«Marked by the beast that hunts the ones who vex and gnaw at the dead»,
The Hound
I must return what I have stolen
From that hollow grave to save myself
From that same bitter fate
Still thirsty is the maw
That drives to self annihilation
«Claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses», The Hound
The Death toll ceases to end
I hear it calling
Calling from the shadows
Calling for my death unhallowed
So unhallowed