Perished in Mortal Agony

Endless litany of grotesque figures
Marching onwards to their burial
Place where elder corpses
Lie dormant

Sweet melodies and chants are cast
Praising saviour
A lucid grotesqurie
For nothing is left to be saved

Putrid once female entties
Are caressing a grey mummified body
The leader than supposedly
Could lead them to fertility
Prosperity and glory...