In Charnel Dreams

Something rotten lays beneath

The chilling earthen floor

As if the stench has carried

With it some distant song

In the mourning tome of violins

Dissonate and invoking

Calling forth terrible dreams

From unknown planes

Visions of terror entwine

With darkenend reality

From charnel hallways

Come the glowing mists...

Creeping through the windows

Seeping through the stone

Walls begin to bleed

And the violins go insane

Heat of lava, cold of space

Eyes sewn shut to see

The wounds with dreams

The witch unveiled

One by one they are cut

Strings of the devil's harp

Morbid silence falls

And only death awaits