Surrounded by dismal gloom
Candles cast distorting views
Shadows of sickness fill my eyes
Wretched visions flood my mind

Filthy sanctum of vile disgrace
Grotesquely deformed, slowly decaying rotting face.

My blood runs from red to black
My heart beats from slow to fast
My emotions run from warm to cold
I let darkness claim my soul

Laughter fills this morbid shrine
As screams of torment amuse my life

Distant hallowed chanting
Becons the goat of mendes
Ritual incantation
Witches of the Mesquet

Subconcious void of thy hallowed
Clamorous ministers of shadows
Morbid visions induce fears
Courtship of evil-reality of death nears..........