Endlessly crawling chaos A black quivering mass Behind these dirty walls Relentless whispering Eyes burning with hatred Hundreds of them staring Diseased little beings Of unknown origin
Waiting and waiting and waiting Whomever finds they way Within these abandoned rooms Of a chapel that was Tempted into sneaking in With a hope to find the tome But what you founds was death Painful and unclean
Drank clean from all the blood Your organs their feast Bones stripped of flesh This place your tomb
