Exsanguination Tunnels

Thy Begotten realm
Below the underworld itself
Awake tonight!
Long forgotten memories gave way
To a hospice deep in hell’s lost abyss
Below a void as old as creation
The hospice gates have opened for us tonight!
Shadowed truths bestowed upon this place
Where mortal fears persist even in death
Towards the procession of nightmares
Shadowed dissident gods of the Orcus
Led to suffer
In dreams they’ve withheld
Dark echoing tragedies
And sins once erased
Mortal coil awakened once more
In an afterlife of pain, I will follow the trail of blood
Nex, the god of all the Orcus
Curator of these halls, exsanguination tunnels
The lobotomy theatre beckons my soul
«An abattoir of conscience, derision of your inner weakness — throes of torture
expelled
Regurgitate the essence, projected on seething cell walls — your power now
absconds
Languished in viscous obsolescence
Putrefying in tormenting hypnosis
And when you awake
You’ll forever be my slave»
The regicide exhibition
Continues to enslave
For I am merely a witness
To the horrors of this place
I peer into the first cell