O / Ophis / The Halls Of Sorrow
Nailed to the walls The limbs torn from torsos With eyes turned to the ceiling The bloody mouth agape
Vast monumental space Monolithic pillars paved with skulls Eerie cold and the stench of death From the walls of blackened stone
Behold The banners of pestilence Behold The charnel throne, desolate Behold The beauty of vileness Unfold Within these silent walls
Crippled and withered shades Of a decrepit beauty Sway solemnly Over the tapestry of rotting corpses
Climb the stairs Kneel to the throne Breathe (breathe) the death-filled air And become one With the abomination
This is where suffering is born Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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