Between the Mortuary Remains

Smell of death,tricklingwalls, I behold Cryptsbecomethe gate of time,constantlydevouring Corpseslayingunderground,stiffand cold Temple offorgottenpast, deadeternallies Epitaphs incryptictongues are uncovered Entering the catacombs, see the open coffin Rotten faces, pale and cold,stareat us Kneel to them and pray for death, heartheirmorbid whisper Stepping in theancienttemple Darkened hallway,forgottenchamber Therainingnightcleansesyour soul Trembling fear,whichchills your bones Between themortuaryremains Great enclosure,burialground Darkness swallows, we are drowned The eyes ofchaosstare at us Trance of solace,sulleneyes Between themortuaryremains The gate isclosedinsilverlock Andopenssecretly Ia,almightyYog-Sothoth Hen to Pan, All in one Theircorpsesliewithoutname Lost graves, forgotten Theirvoiceguides us... there As wedwellin nothingness Withtheirstinking flesh Suffering in madness Dripping and writhing Theirshadesappear on sight Andtheirvoices from below Awakening and clamoring At themortuaryremains We are trapped By the cold and damp graves