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