Temple of Scourges

The solemn walls of charred stone
The tapestries of flesh and bone
Ebon doors which gaze upon
An atrium of carrion

Every form of bliss l abjure
Every form of dream l renounce

Enter the procession
Of the unfortunate ones
Of those who suffer
As a form of prayer

How l long
To hold and caress you
In my withered arms
In my withered soul

As life turns into the adverse
Flesh quivers dismally perverse
Shrines of humiliation
Erect to praise the pain

In this temple,
The house of scars
In these chambers
Where torment soars

In this temple, where
Withering breeds
In this sanctum
Of decrepit seed
In this fane,
Where spirits bleed
We are merged in septic grief

In this temple,
The house of scars
In these chambers
Where torment soars

Here we rot, forever entwined
Here we rot, in burning throes
Here we wither in hollow sheaths
Here where ghosts shiver in fear