THAT SWEET PERFUME FROM GRAVES Now I here in desolation walking in the ground Darkness and black shadows falling slowly on the crosses Smelling in the air that sweet perfume from the deads Searching with my evil eyes the burieds dawn the graves Feeling paranoic desires Possessed by hatefull sacrilegious Storming by insane in my self Living that empty to will come Casket's skeletons Necro abyss of aged bones Screams from unknown Taking "The Morbid" from Death's room Horror is not my afraid Blinded by final void The ends is my only friend Time and space is not real Wanderer of thousand crypts Bloody and putrid sounds The sweet death is near Feel that perfume from corpses Sweet perfume in my own!!!!!!!!!!!!!