Fall To Ashes by Tranatopsy
Rotting corpses roaming in the circle, filled with blasphemy.
The corpses now await
For their final demise
The smell of rotten bodies exciting their deformed souls
Craving for blood
Lusting for death
The ritual has begun!
Call all the entities, from the darkest corners
Gather them all to this circle of sadism
In the middle lies a profanated virgin
She'll become the center, the final piece of the ritual
Ripping off every single organ, she ain't no more with God!
Satisfying our needs, with her rotted skin
The living dead will Fall to ashes
The rotten corpses will come back to life.