Текст песни Flesh Festival

What's dead should dead still be not breeding the soil

Commanding spineless beings to do it's abhorrent bidding

At the flesh festival, where death and vermin breed

Soulless creatures at the beck and call of filth

Atrocious are the caverns where souls and maggots mergeDemiurg - Flesh Festival - http://ru.motolyrics.com/demiurg/flesh-festival-lyrics.html

A swarming pool of wet the breeding ground of death

Not still as the dust but crawling with sickened lust

Creations subterranean awaiting the end of man

Rising from the filth to enthrone their sickened reign