Brick by brick Your spacious coffin climbs As mortar dries The lighting subtly dies Pompous fool The blame is all your own A scathing tongue Brings immurement within stone Weakness. Onset. You’ll rot in Solitude Thrice chance been given to turn back Attrition atoned within the catacombs Nemo Me Impune Lacessit Your body as sealed as your fate You will be left to starve