She's in all around you
Trying to bring you to the obscure
Invading your mind and you can't tell
She wants you, rotten or not

You're imprisoned all over
And your mind slowly darkens
In her black shroud you will rot
Now death possesses you and dominates your body

Your soul roams among
The gods of torment
Where lost demons are also roaming
Silchard possesses your fearful soul
Now you are evil!

Bringing the obscure
Malignant incubator
Dominating souls
Searching for rottenness

To the living world Silchard returns
He needs to consume rotten stuff
Incubating in purulent corpses
And emanating his sickly forces to nowhere