Let me spin a tale so cold;
A recollection never told,
Where beasts and demons claimed their hold;
I speak of my asylum.

Where terror chokes the breathless air,
And horror teems the stifling fear.
You'll find no sanction anywhere;
I speak of my asylum.

Barricaded from this plane,
Though, holes were found within my brain,
And crawling through, these festered came;
I speak of my asylum.

They massacred me from within;
They tore my spirit limb from limb,
And I was captive in their sin;
I speak of my asylum.

Filled with malice, spite and hate;
My soulless flesh, their incarnate.
Soon, these gates I'll palpitate;
I speak of my asylum.

I'll tear apart this light of day,
And sunder in a new dismay.
This world, I'll blister, and decay,
And feed to my asylum.