The solemn walls of charred stone The tapestries of flesh and bone Ebon doors which gaze upon An atrium of carrion Every form of bliss l abjure Every form of dream l renounce Enter the procession Of the unfortunate ones Of those who suffer As a form of prayer How l long To hold and caress you In my withered arms In my withered soul As life turns into the adverse Flesh quivers dismally perverse Shrines of humiliation Erect to praise the pain In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars In this temple, where Withering breeds In this sanctum Of decrepit seed In this fane, Where spirits bleed We are merged in septic grief In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars Here we rot, forever entwined Here we rot, in burning throes Here we wither in hollow sheaths Here where ghosts shiver in fear