Static Abyss - Clawing to the Top of the Dead lyrics

The struggle to awaken
The press of gelatinous meat
Coagulated blood, frozen eyes
The nightmare runs sickly deep

Denailed fingers seek and probe
And plunge into a split eye globe
Postmortem gaseous stench unfolds
And seeps through creases, holes
Unclean and cold

Armageddon skin heap
No light, only flesh
Fragments of jawbones
The language of death

Denailed fingers seek and probe
And plunge into a split eyе globe
Postmortem gaseous stеnch unfolds
And seeps through creases, holes
Unclean and cold

Ascension attainment
Up the ladder of bones
Only an insane man
Would die down here alone
The weight bears down
While fluids thickly leak
Pungent and heady
Hypnotically bleak
Lower and lower
The sinkhole doth summon
As one with the rot pile
A cadaver becoming
Morbid suffocation gives way to
Fresh ripped red
Drown in mold melding tissues
Clawing to the top of the dead