Unclean hands as death - Possession
Only rotten bones see upon the face of my mind
Immortality degradetes to ashes
Roots sprout under the stinking skin
My mind is hungry for reason
The shadows cover my face
The look is no longer mine
Black eyes as death - Possession
I close the doors of the Temple of fire...
I close the doors...
Forgotten horror lies asleep in the crypt
Under the altar of eternal fire and the plague
Between shackles the plague of time
Language cold as death - Possession
The demons howl against me
I am a body made of weeds
My mouth stop half way through...
I am the nest altar, below the stairs of Heaven
I am the door of the crypt,
underneath the stairs of Heaven
I am the door...