Inhaling the Fumes of a Burning Carcass
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Amorphous, timeless, shapeless… Mass that spins in senseless motion in this cursed chambers Drooling at the end of chaos, morbid dreams Unconscionable proportions, boundless horror Putrid souls surround the mindless one with tunes of ancient horror My soul condemned to misery I can’t believe this symphony The pounding drums, unhuman flutes and pipping Which Erich Zann once wrote in score Mass that spins in senseless motion in this cursed chambers Dreaming while this morbid tune is endlessly being played Unconscionable proportions, boundless horror I can’t believe the whole existence is just this monster’s dream I pray for salvation, but suffer eternally Cursed the day I dared to play them And listened to an amorphous symphony of accursed flutes The windows open suddenly Cosmos opens widely Sultan demon stares at me Now you are cursed to serve to me …forever. Twisted sounds of misery Cursed to play eternally An impossible cacophony To him, which name can’t be spoken
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Awful flavor, colors became so bright A voice shouting, why you deny my (your) existence? Stare at me and look at what you’ve become This are the things that you feared the most and they’ve always been part of you That face of horror with skeletal hands From which the essence of life has been completely drawn. Falling collapsed, watch your severed skull Wandering, screaming God, what have I done? “You defied me and the whole existence Accept the worms as your punishment and rest in your coffin” Several voices filling my head Why I’m condemned to leave this way? Consumed by Sarcophagidaes Sarcophaga bullata Why I’m awakening from my ancient slumber? Look at my putrid corpse, my life started once more in pain. Visions in my brain, as it is folded and unfolded Reveal and awful void and then I’m drowned into the vortex RECUERDA QUE MORIRAS y en tu reposo alimentarás a las moscas Memento mori, mors certa sed ora incerta.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
The fourth man, bearded and with a singularly immobile face Which gazed us from behind with night black burning eyes Enveloped in robes and with a weird metallic voice He spoke behind the mask of clay See, behind the mask I’m Zkouba Inside the snake’s den, there’s a hidden port I used the silver key then I travelled way beyond Through eons and ages which for long have been forgotten Those who dare to see way beyond the veil Have to accept commerce with the almighty Umr At-Tawil Ancient guard of the gate The one prolonged with life as guide. Beneath the walls of rock, I shape and skip my form in HORROR! I researched and tried to find some way back But my hands are too different to the ones of human kind Incapable of escaping this unfaithful conclusion I’m trapped in the abominating form of this foul being.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Dismembered, then reassembled The dead’s face covered with clay Burnt and dried beneath the pyre The corpse exudes the essential fumes that I inhale Meat replaced to avoid the deterioration of the corpse A complex preservation of flesh and bone Secret process of eternal life From the ashes a cloud has risen The shapes of eternal obscurity I startle at the shapes of hallucination And now I’m able to stare at my own death I’m inhaling the fumes of a burning carcass Enter the realms of eternal obscurity, forlorn
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026