Blood Vaults (I - Thy Virginal Malodour)

Red moon returns...

For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls

For centuries of insidious estrangement

That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces

Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate

Their pious deeds

Red moon returns...

To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed

Laid bare for burning

Like a process of moult

Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume

And reeks...

An eerie procession

Descending into darkness godforsaken

Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence

Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror

Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard

Red moon returns...

Lets the mind be swallowed

That addicts to claustrophobia

Thus it is written in unread books...

And may the bells awake the residual days

Merely wounds are to be licked

That weep with blood, not with wine.