The Corpses Store

Through the corridors that made the maze of my nightmares
The scent of decay blows silent
Inhabitants dwelling in subconscious chambers
The dead played back to my mind to remain

Intense stench of decomposed dead, ecstasy of a bleak dawn
A cult to the darkest god envisioned, the idol of all unsung slaughtered

Quest for emotions, and memories, tyrant mother, taste of death

In the table of madness this coven of bones coalesced to my supper
Beyond the tears and anger a certain doom cast shadows of despair
Lose all hope onto these gates, the meat hook waits and vicious blades
So sharpened, they cut they way through your terrors; mortal dismay

Better run away before it's too late
Death's been stalking closely through the lunacy of ages



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Writer(s): Jónathan Alcover Martín
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