Gallery Of Bones (Blessed By Perversion)

Underneath the earth, beneath their temple
Haunted by God, hunted by everyone
One by one they died and buried each other
Carrying their own legacy
It’s their skulls, their empty carcasses
That will dwell here forever

Bones decorate the walls of this crypt
Ceilings and chandeliers made of rotten innards
Chalices made of human skulls, filled with black blood

Hanged limbs on the gate
Show to the shadows this passage of grief
The smell of their agony
And the stench of their desperation
Conquer this dark place
Into the gallery of bones
Trapped to eternity

Wooden crosses everywhere
A graveyard under the view
Of their eternal monument
A barren landscape covered with dead soil