In the midst of shades among tombs A twisted staircase With stone steps leading below To a dreadful haze Foul stenches seizing the light Caught in a trance Lured by numbing sound from the deep Blasphemous chants Reciting texts off pages rotten Praising names of old gods forgotten Below the Mausoleum A quivering mass blurred by fear Flickering flames Bow towards an onyx altar Exposed remains Shattering glass beneath soles Sudden cries Hooded figures turning their heads Fiery eyes Below the Mausoleum Ancient ones, behold the sacrifice That is not dead which eternal lies Cruel Moloch, grotesque Coliseum Below the Mausoleum Demonic shadows flooding the hall Through and through Disembodied hands reaching out To get hold of you Up the staircase from where it begun A hollow Moon Yet there the entrance has been Merely cold stone