Decayed asylum haunted with madness Cribs of carrion where ghost children sleep Withered trees from which we hang Olden ossarium, internment, die Crawlspace Cold, cold, cold Creeping, crumbling Crawlspace Cold, cold, cold Maggots mud Sunken sepulchres stained with time Overflowing charnels, putrid and begrimed Necrophilia, the taste of slime Horrid places, dismal and sublime The horror, the terror Never, forever Lord moll... Doom, behind every door The end waiting for us all Dust is everywhere