The Casket Calls - Embalmer

A morbid fate… awaits you now

Descend into obscurity

Amongs… the sickly gathering

Of decomposing corpses

Their wounds… they glisten in the night

Their prophecy of pain

The casket calls

It calls out now you’re rotting cold

Incineration of mortal souls

A morbid fate… awaits you now

Beneath the coffin

Rots your bones