Testo Dead Things

Name your fears and I will listen
let the cloak of mystery fall
something is calling out from its prison
echoes haunting these halls

Hear the whispers of damnation
eating deeply into your soul
insect dreams of liberation swarming nightmares unfold

What once was sleeping in the shadows
stirring, raising its ugly head
so profound yet so unhallow
cursed the ground where dead things live again

Evil things in robes of sorrow
glowing golden and fiery red
let us mourn for never morrow
cursed the ground where dead things live

Ghostly spires on its towers
piercing the sky, looming overhead
this haunted palace will devour It stands there where dead things live again