Before The Throne Of Infection

Kneel before the tomb of disease Decimate all Standing at its doorways, ghostly shrieks approach me Distorted by the air Kneel before the tomb of disease The stench, the smell of dismemberment pleases me This place will be my tomb; it haunts me Ghastly shrieks, pungent stenches, this is my resting place This will be my undead fortress My soul reigns eternally On my throne