Froth with peril is the path from here onwards
It avows death in every step of the way
An alien passage with bladesprotruding
Unremembered from the light of day

Into the desolate unknown
Walking the corridors of grief
Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves
Through the house of knives

Ignominy in the place of fear
Xibalba... The realm of the dead
It's daunting silence is deafening
And as ardent as the necrosing air

Into the desolate unknown
The unseen
Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves
Through the house of knives

Cursed dungeon
Chamber of souls trapped in perdition behind the mould
In eternal unrest
Blood curling despair
The walls echo their piercing lament

Crossing the House of Knives

An immutable anguish in their cries can be heard
Ultimately death

Crossing the House of Knives