From Rotten Guts - Witch Vomit

There lives a sullen voice in the rotten guts of Earth, digging trough organs

and grieve to reveal horrid truths

What was once buried has risen to poison the blood of the tempted souls!

Tepid dead Earth crumbles and falls, repugnant growth crawls upward

Pull yourself toward the distant voices

A voice beneath the surface

A voice of horrid lust

A voice of evil

A voice buried beneath the dust

«I am the vampire at my own veins, one of the great lost horde doomed for the

rest of time, and beyond to laugh but smile.»

No more!