Kneel before the tomb of diseasenDecimate allnStanding at its doorways, ghostly shrieks aproach menDistorted by the airnKneel before the tomb of diseasenThe stench, the smell of dismemberment pleases menThis place will be my tomb; it haunts menGhastly shrieks, pungent stenches, this is my resting placenThis will be my undead fortressnMy soul reigns eternallynOn my throne