Chained in the Damnation Asylum

See the beast in the forest of interchanging mirrors

Feel the stinging breath of the hounds upon your neck

Pouring ravenous from sky-cathedrals riddled with chthonic pulse

Beyond the breaking point of human conceptions

(Through the) dark embrasure....

Crouch paralysed in the circle of salt and await the end

Torch-beams glitter on the rust-caked torture implements

The vile, barbed accoutrements of the chambers of agony

Blind, slithering chains scatter the circle heaped around you

The bloodstained hooks glide eagerly towards your flesh

While you spit your soul into the filth

Pull down the stars and brand them into the shrivelled eyes of God

Grind the temples into gravel and tear his face with the shards

Sunder the cross into thirteen stakes and pierce his emaciated flesh

This is the promise of those who make us as insects

Let Satan cling feebly to god, they shall be destroyed together

All engulfing pain seeping through the vulnerable angles

The hounds slip on the breath of night and vault the shadows

While horrors whose face-tentacles twitch in eagerness

Consume the crumbling idols of your gods...

Human gods...

All-too-human gods!

Tindalosi be our salvation....