Vast are the halls of eternity
Yet filled with worms crawling inside
Those are the tombs for misguided souls
Their holy temples swarming with flies
Everything dies, above and below
Withered lives in their earthly gallows
The ropes of no hope, the path of an iconoclast
The wordless prayers fade onto deaf ears
Those throats were too tied for a word
As their skin is rubbing thin
Everything dies, above and below
Withered lives in their earthly gallows
The temple of flesh bleeding
Through the wounds of a fallen god
Reverence towards the iconoclast
A veneration of an utter strength
Entombed in abysmal caverns
Everything dies, above and below
Withered lives in their earthly gallows
The ropes of no hope, the path of an iconoclast
The temple of flesh bleeding
Through the scars of a fallen god
Written into the sacred scripts
Scarred on the rotting skin
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