Rot & Decay Lyrics. Bourne of Flies, behold the forthcoming With the sabbath complete, thine child of waste Release the horde from your wake. Rise from the crucifix With the will of wrath you shall suffer the path of the abyssal black A fresh soul sentenced to death, condemned to wander the Infernos of the Damned Infantile innocence stolen from the mind Devoured by the abhorrence calling from within You are the talisman. A bastard father underneath the wings, a soul sold for a passage to the Earth
Not On Label (Rot In Hell Self-released) – none.
Sins Of Malice
Test pressings with alternate cover. Limited to 5 copies.