Decayed asylum haunted with madness
Cribs of carrion where ghost children sleep
Withered trees from which we hang
Olden ossarium, internment, die

Crawlspace
Cold, cold, cold
Creeping, crumbling

Crawlspace
Cold, cold, cold
Maggots mud

Sunken sepulchres stained with time
Overflowing charnels, putrid and begrimed
Necrophilia, the taste of slime
Horrid places, dismal and sublime

The horror, the terror
Never, forever

Lord moll...

Doom, behind every door
The end waiting for us all
Dust is everywhere