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The carrion lord approaches. Master of the living dead

His words are the words of ruin

Standing by the altar. A horror to behold

His gaze burns with revulsion

A mockery of the holy communion

An orgy in rotten flesh

Forcing the living beyond the boundaries of life

Let the children come to him

His touch is the touch of death

Chalice of Maggots

In the Church of Rot evil takes its form

A putrid stench fills the air

Decomposing congregation. Worshippers of death

The rapture has finally come

Chalice of Maggots

Let the children come to him

His touch is the touch of death

Grant us the gift of perdition!

Chalice of Maggots

The horde grows stronger with every taste