Nailed to the walls
The limbs torn from torsos
With eyes turned to the ceiling
The bloody mouth agape
Vast monumental space
Monolithic pillars paved with skulls
Eerie cold and the stench of d**h
From the walls of blackened stone
Behold
The banners of pestilence
Behold
The charnel throne, desolate
Behold
The beauty of vileness
Unfold
Within these silent walls
Crippled and withered shades
Of a decrepit beauty
Sway solemnly
Over the tapestry of rotting corpses
Climb the stairs
Kneel to the throne
Breathe (breathe) the d**h-filled air
And become one
With the abomination
This is where suffering is born