Decadence lines the dungeon of despair.
Caught in the web of those who do not care.
Screams from the prey ringing out, it is them no one can hear.
Only the vicious carnivores in the tapestry of turmoil.
Dead end dreams,
endless screams,
come inside tonight.
Let us, fuck, suck, bleed you dry.
This is it, your time to die.
Deviance in the ceiling,
eyes watching every one soul stealing.
Paintings on each wall,
imagery from morbid art.
Death surrounds the area,
blood running from dead bodies,
its about to start.
Dead end dreams,
agonized screams,
pure terror in hearts of victims tonight.
Fucked, bled, sucked, cut,
nothing left, bone dry,
dead tonight.
Hells mouth opens,
dragging in the wounded,
down they go, into the spiral of fire,
never to be saved,
all for them lost, forever shall they be slaves.
Locked in a cage, raped by merciless rage.
Hellacious nightmares, come to life, in the dungeon of despair.
Cries for Help, fall upon deaf ears.
No one cares, they only stare.
Watching as utter fear sucks you down,
whilst bled, for following the thorn crown.
Only thing to be seen,
dead in dreams,
the only thing to be heard by the violators,
endless screams.
Torment, such a treat,
carnage has taken over,
brutality they shall meet.
pure malice forever. |
