Temple of Bones

In its corridors, an axiomatic statuette about the death receives you

The smile of death becomes itself the door of the final revelation

Only way for rest of this meaningless life

No God remains here

Faith does not enter in the abode of the dead

Congregation of skulls chant the words of invocation

Putrid xenoglossy emanating from the disembodied

Hypnotized dialect comes from the mouths devoid of tongues

The song sung by the abyss, with the gaping maw that waits in eager

The residence of the dead keeps the gateway between the worlds

Where the tentacles of the abyssal timeless realities

Float on the surface sea from hidden knowledge

Contemplate the death

The unpalatable abyss that reflects itself

I was reborn naked flesh

And realized I am a member of the temple of bones

And gods will not lacerate my corpse

I am an ungod digging my fate in the soil of words

Why Does It Never dies on the Sun?

Whisper the following words of phantoms of my nightmares

Destroyers for the black pit

Created a subrace worship creatures of stone

Sons of an idol that died to

Be adored

So many pathways to be followed

And only one destination, the grave

Never ask a death, where lives their bones

Words drowned in the river of memory

Tell us, why the evidence of my existence causes pain?