Cries echo in the halls of dread   Left in the shadows of lonliness   The cold walls of madness   Staring at you with eyes of retaliation   Looking back, at memories forgotten   Feel the anguish return   A forsaken place without opportunities      Unlock the gate to passionate pain   A wound that nourish the evil inside   Believe the illustrator of the perverse   Obey the outer rage of depravity      Brought back from hell   The taste of life reborn      Looking back at memories forgotten   Feel the anguish return   A forsaken place without opportunities      Savage spirits haunting my half done soul   Angry at the awkward place   Where they have been left   A statue carved from explorers of the dark   Endure the true suffering in this paradox      Cries echo in the halls of dread   Left in the shadows of lonliness   Believe the illustrator of the perverse   Obey the outer rage of depravity      Slipped through the hands of the   Guardians of the perverted beast   Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn   Slipped through the hands of the   Guardians of the perverted beast