Death Cult Lyrics


Decayed corpse erected high

For all to see and admire

The parishioners of the death cult

Kissing the rotten feet

Graves dug open

Gathering items for the home altar

Bones and rotten rags

Objects for private worship

Charnel houses built amongst

Those of the living

Each day and moment

Remembrance of the end

Suicide and murders

Rites of passage

Knowledge thus gained

Of death's mysteries