Thy Begotten realm Below the underworld itself Awake tonight! Long forgotten memories gave way To a hospice deep in hell's lost abyss Below a void as old as creation The hospice gates have opened for us tonight!
Shadowed truths bestowed upon this place Where mortal fears persist even in death Towards the procession of nightmares Shadowed dissident gods of the Orcus Led to suffer In dreams they've withheld Dark echoing tragedies And sins once erased Mortal coil awakened once more In an afterlife of pain, I will follow the trail of blood Nex, the god of all the Orcus Curator of these halls, exsanguination tunnels
The lobotomy theatre beckons my soul “An abattoir of conscience, derision of your inner weakness - throes of torture expelled Regurgitate the essence, projected on seething cell walls - your power now absconds Languished in viscous obsolescence Putrefying in tormenting hypnosis And when you awake You'll forever be my slave”
The regicide exhibition Continues to enslave For I am merely a witness To the horrors of this place
I peer into the first cellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
