In lurid galleies my eyes percieve no realities in the

Night. The malice of your disguise is never fond. The

Bones uncover the weak locked in galleries cleared their

Minds from hallways that never divide, that stretch for

Miles such narrow miles.



Welcome sit down this weakness will rip you from

Yourself. Your kind means nothing at all, so don't mind.



Only in chambers deep you'll find the faces torn their

Lips in wire but sadistic lies they preach will never.

You destroy the righteous, abandoned them all, as they

Gave you life. I saw the shadow leave across the window

Pane. You took the fear from me but stole my body

Instead. You can burn me slash me to the bone till the

Blood covers the ground the red beckons more. They killed

Us once then they'll kill again but you'll always seem to

Find. The bones they lay and rot will all be erased.