Feast of Carrion Lyrics

Cut short from their mortal coils
Toll the bell for each and every stricken soul
Despair, the fear of dying consumes the living
One by many they fall

The black death calls
Reaper takes your soul and leaves your body to rot

No time to bury the dead
The city streets overflow
Black smoke blankets the sky
From the ever burning funeral pyre

Only the dying can see him
Hovering over the sore stricken
From one to the other
Insatiable hunger for the soon to be deceased
Leading the rats to feast on corpse flesh

Volatile, festival of death
The demon, carrion descends
To indulge in a city of rotting flesh
The lord demon of vermin feasts
Sucking souls from corporeality