Face of Death Lyrics

The Face Of Death is a mask
That will not get of
Its empty eye sockets
Are windows to eternity

And its mouth is a black hole
Where everything except
For the Stenches will perish

Twisted limbs and muscles
Atrophies in a storm of blood
The spine slowly rises
As the rocks of an islet

The black flesh is exposed

Life is fluid
Death thirsts

Stricken by the fever of putrefaction
Burning in the cavity of the body
Collapsing in a cascade of gas
And seething fluid

The Face Of Death
Is a mask that will not get off

Twisted limbs and muscles
Atrophies in a storm of blood
The spine slowly rises
As the rocks of an islet

Stare into these eyes!

The Face Of Death