In its corridors, an axiomatic statuette about the death receives you
The smile of death becomes itself the door of the final revelation
Only way for rest of this meaningless life
No God remains here
Faith does not enter in the abode of the dead
Congregation of skulls chant the words of invocation
Putrid xenoglossy emanating from the disembodied
Hypnotized dialect comes from the mouths devoid of tongues
The song sung by the abyss, with the gaping maw that waits in eager
The residence of the dead keeps the gateway between the worlds
Where the tentacles of the abyssal timeless realities
Float on the surface sea from hidden knowledge
Contemplate the death
The unpalatable abyss that reflects itself
I was reborn naked flesh
And realized I am a member of the temple of bones
And gods will not lacerate my corpse
I am an ungod digging my fate in the soil of words
Why Does It Never dies on the Sun?
Whisper the following words of phantoms of my nightmares
Destroyers for the black pit
Created a subrace worship creatures of stone
Sons of an idol that died to
Be adored
So many pathways to be followed
And only one destination, the grave
Never ask a death, where lives their bones
Words drowned in the river of memory
Tell us, why the evidence of my existence causes pain?