The Way of All Flesh - Morpheus Descends

Exit a world

Which tests, which way out

Entrance through means of a box

Arrival Unknown

In an eternal bloodstained pain

Visions, of damned souls, hung from hooks

Praying for their death

As they stretch from embedded nails

Brought here, the victims of the damnation game

Soldiers, in the legion of the damned

Rule this war on flesh

Blue skinned angles of order

Of hell, this labyrinth of agony

Of hell…

Pleasure, nothing but pain

Ripped for eternity

The price of this game

Unholy pit, flesh vat of darkness

My witnss of rituals, from infinity

My age of pain has arrived

Marked, a morbid visag a malady

Will know my flesh

For this infamy

The crunching of bone

Fills the air

Chains flail to meet my skin

Steel to be my punishment

All afflictions, of a living post-mortem

Their flesh doll, my soul to take

Crucified…

Spikes are driven through my wrists

Desire accelerated to become deceased

Just the beginning of their perpetual butchery

My final unresting place

My essence stream my back

Left there by his hand

This eternally alive, death

My only wish to die

To know this will not come

For endless torment I will get

The dark lord’s game, never to descend

Into the way of all flesh