Imprisoned soul seized in the chamber of feculent horror.
Suffer all you must but suffer silently.
Still your cursed tongue, stay your blighted abandon.
In your eternal death you hunger for rotten mire.
For in your mortal life it was this which was your gift to man.
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned.
God can't help you and angels won't save you!
Your unrequited prayers will be in bane of your existence!
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned!
