Cries echo in the halls of dread

Left in the shadows of loneliness

The cold walls of madness

Staring at you with eyes of retaliation

Looking back, at memories forgotten

Feel the anguish return

A forsaken place without opportunities



Unlock the gate to passionate pain

A wound that nourish the evil inside

Believe the illustrator of the perverse

Obey the outer rage of depravity



Brought back from hell

The taste of life reborn



Looking back at memories forgotten

Feel the anguish return

A forsaken place without opportunities



Savage spirits haunting my half done soul

Angry at the awkward place

Where they have been left

A statue carved from explorers of the dark

Endure the true suffering in this paradox



Cries echo in the halls of dread

Left in the shadows of loneliness

Believe the illustrator of the perverse

Obey the outer rage of depravity



Slipped through the hands of the

Guardians of the perverted beast

Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn

Slipped through the hands of the

Guardians of the perverted beast