House of Death - Hobbs' Angel of Death

The cold walls surround the uncovered rotting bones

Chandeliers of skulls and forearms to the air they do decay

Structures of limbs line the ceiling of this infested tomb

Ruins of life lay dormant in their open graves

On the tablet it is carved

What you are, we once were

Now what we are you will become in the house of death

Bone engulfed the caskets in which more bodies lie

Still clutching the crucifix for protection

As they will enter the valley of death

Cries from the dead can still be heard

As Lucifer strikes at the soul

The small narrow line between the gates

That separates heaven from hell

What you are, we once were

A monument of life

Now what we are, you will become to live amongst the dead

No blood will flow, our bones will rot, we lie dormant in our graves

Decaying limbs collecting dust

The smell of death, stale odour lingers through the air

Uncovered tombs of rotting bones show us of our future

Time is here — prepare to die and live amongst dead

Our corpses will rot

No blood will flow in the house of death