Froth with peril is the path from here onwards It avows death in every step of the way An alien passage with bladesprotruding Unremembered from the light of day
Into the desolate unknown Walking the corridors of grief Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves Through the house of knives
Ignominy in the place of fear Xibalba... The realm of the dead It's daunting silence is deafening And as ardent as the necrosing air
Into the desolate unknown The unseen Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves Through the house of knives
Cursed dungeon Chamber of souls trapped in perdition behind the mould In eternal unrest Blood curling despair The walls echo their piercing lament
Crossing the House of Knives
An immutable anguish in their cries can be heard Ultimately death
