Constant regret, found the noose. Pour contentment, 80 proof. Suffocating, spinning room. Found the butcher, and the gloom. Watching, waiting, idle ghosts. Sunken cars, one lamp post. No one's ever safe here, nothing is alive Decrepit mansion, unholy throne Thirsting dagger, the catacomb Blood is getting older, carpet turning black. Eyes are set to smolder, feeble bones crack. Severed heads for every bed Caught in a lasting inferno, carnage awaits. Unknowing of the brutal sacrament. The Locust doesn't feed, he relishes The simple minds deceived, by fetishes Running, empty halls Crying pleas, through the walls Baron of the caustic bog No one's ever safe here, nothing is alive Nothing, nothing is alive No one's ever safe here, nothing is alive Nothing, nothing is alive Collapsing on an altar, the Summoning. This primal ancient language, inscribing. Angel of ruin consume, innocence entombed Noxious fumes ensue, the noxious fumes Watching, waiting There is no escaping Souls hang from the mask.