Jagged rocks, they guard the glistening maw The gateway into the abyss Phantom winds whistle an eerie song The dark bowels still yearn for death Shadow play, it beckons petrified eyes The disquiet of the obscure Seven skulls paint a scene of demise With the blood and the brine and the grit and the grime they conjure Past horrors scar the cold, salt-laden stone Torn feet upon a bed of Shell and bone Tongues of fire lash the fractured wall Faceless gods within the symbols scrawled A void that hungers within crimson dreams Come to me, come to me Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb Suffocating in the endless gloom Go, my child, into the womb of your grave Sculptor's cave Taste the blade, as it carves ancient spells No need to fear the unknown In the end, you will walk beyond the veil Through the blood and the brine and the grit and the grime you must go A sacred portal 'tween the dead and the divine A morbid temple where the stars shall never shine Tongues of fire lash the fractured wall Faceless gods within the symbols scrawled A void that hungers within crimson dreams Come to me, come to me Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb Suffocating in the endless gloom Go, my child, into the womb of your grave All light shall fade All life's unmade Tongues of fire lash the fractured wall Faceless gods within the symbols scrawled A void that hungers within crimson dreams Come to me, come to me Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb Suffocating in the endless gloom Go, my child, into the womb of your grave Sculptor's cave