Decayed asylum haunted with madness
Cribs of carrion where ghost children sleep
Withered trees from which we hang
Olden ossarium, internment, die
Crawlspace
Cold, cold, cold
Creeping, crumbling
Crawlspace
Cold, cold, cold
Maggots mud
Sunken sepulchres stained with time
Overflowing charnels, putrid and begrimed
Necrophilia, the taste of slime
Horrid places, dismal and sublime
The horror, the terror
Never, forever
Lord moll...
Doom, behind every door
The end waiting for us all
Dust is everywhere