The cavern door slides roughly to the side Torches light the way to our fate A curse by the old gods, owned by the earth Contaminated by vile contempt Dependency on hatred, weakened by compassion Limited to the confines of absolute hatred Searching for solace - only festering rancor Sitting upon the throne spitting on your penance The burning witch imprisoned in the shackles of reverence Cherished by damnation while suffering of the frail remains This tomb is mine and mine alone