Voices of the Wailing Deceased Lyrics

Sonic Misery forces through the eons, dreaming of a world
with no sound, Constant howling from the pit and void, space
marked by desolate. Ancient blood awaits, as we crack the
seal of the cavern. Subtle evil screams, when the hermetic
souls engage. Discerning the timbre, choral vehemence
sounds revolting. Bludgeoning through cacophony, brutal
precision known among the vacant, the cowards they call
out beyond me, once the damned are relieved of their vigor.
Faces growl with a fervent scowl, lamentation of their empty
soul. I smell extinction but the vibrance of the drainage calls.
Inaudible blast of the noise consumes you. VOICES OF THE
WAILING DECEASED