Calling With The Deads

A pungent stent hurts

My sense of smell

My heart runs

Cold chills runs trough my dorsal

Breathless I can't move

Can't feel my less

The cold wind, strong and sharpened

Incomprehensible beyond voices

Slow

Mummified human forms

Stinks like disgrace

Come near me

The sweat runs trough my face

Of widened and bloodshot eyes

Terror in the bottom of my soul

Internal hybrids

Animal, hanged

Spectrum incorparated

Blood below moon light

Insane faces of evil

Harvesting human forms

Wish to take, your soul to hell

I can hear now

Dragging in my direction

Abominable creatures

A mortuary and merciless siege

The rotten breath

Is sensed from far

I close my eyes and wait

I feel the mortuary

Touch of death

Teeth and claws upon me

My flesh being chewed

I feel like there is only

My carcass left

Than a magical resurrection

An a terrible hunger

Of human flesh