This ritual slaughter blessed in blood, come forth temple of lost dream
through rotting shells of dying trust, nothing is as what it seems
dwelling in such passionate pain, confined within our fate
beyond the flesh lays the vein, which flows with all our hate
Journey into the cold, dark black, through the corridors of hell
This rein of terror is preordained, for time will surely tell
Through blind eyes i clearly see the eclipse of tainted souls
Shackled never to be freed, their hearts as black as coal
Here I sit in eternal night with nowhere left to turn
Stuck here in Oblivion, never to return