Fleeing, deceiving
Awaiting the rapture to come

Within the sanctuary
All life has ceased
A poisoned torrent flows
Among the rushes
Pitch black disease
Cascading through
The coiled depths
Now venture further
Behold the gift
Of what he stole from the abyss
The gates of dawn
Rusted and deformed
Under a sickle Sun

With malice and spite
You will succumb to the night
Bleeding the shadows
Tormenting the saints
The earthly remains

And buried hearts yearn
While the black tower burns
Onward and downward
With each aching breath
Into the vale of death

Descent through the lower
Depths of the decayed
Strange yet familiar
A vile masquerade
Worlds shall form flesh
In the grave of seven seals
The illusion of death
Soon to be revealed

Now the infirm shall be renewed
Black candles light a path for you
Where alleys form a labyrinth
A burning river flows underneath

Cold fingers trace patterns
Across walls laced with veins
The holy ghost
The apostate
The sacred and profane
Voices in the distance
A funerary choir
Orating from the precipice
Above the endless mire

Of mockery and infamy
O morning star, return to thee

A new world is dawning
The old world must end
Horrid manifestations
Await around the bend
Fever and folly
The cloak of the knave
Drowning in the catacombs
Among the ancient graves

The hallways of the always
Speak in tongues of blue fire
A sermon for the wretched son
Secret of man's desire
A doorway looms
With yearning teeth
A hidden world pulsates beneath
Subterranean undertow
A feverish sulphuric glow

They dance with nefarious purpose
And mad convulsive zeal
The illusion of death
Shall now be revealed