Dead Dripping City - Catacombs

Cold skies rain black

Ichor upon the dead dripping city

Black spires loom ominous

Above dead and barren earth

Fouled with the blood of the wretched

Who once dwelt in this accursed city

Still they dwell in unlife

Within the shadows

The damned

Roaming through shadowed hall of decrepit stone

Ornate with carbing of horrid forms

Depicted in abhorrent rites

Tell of horrors which should never be

Morbid and grotesque in their very existence

Shambling forms lurch forth from writhing shadows

Gathered before the monstrous cikon

Chanting in tongues unknown to man

Arms spread wide beneath a moontess sky

Evoking the essence of their unholy god

Who dwells within the beeps

Visions come to me of what has always been

My place with the wretched

Who dwell in eternal shadows

Fated to forever dwell among the damned

In that accursed city

The dead dripping city