Necromantia - Architecture of Exquisite Madness

Touch the walls, liquid mirrors Feel the floors, black hungry pools The ceiling above, malignant space The rooms around, gates to the void Everything is true but nothing is real In this house of illusion In this dark-red church You will loose your pathetic soul Disturbing angels everywhere (Are) Meeting with distorted lines Creating a twisting Abominable structure Every corner is a piece Of obscure, unearthly art Small black gateways To the palace of the Worm In every room you are prey To the hounds of emptiness The eyes of the Devourer Are watching through the window's glass Space and time collide Behind close doors you see your past Beyond these doors There is no future... for you...