Malum Est Aperta

The once-great King
Rests permanently
Among the beggars
Reduced to ash
All the gold of
Octurion
Could not buy
Him a reprieve
From this journey
Preordained
Before the foundation
Of the worlds

His kingdom
Now weakened
Awaits as prey
Explorers of
The nether regions
Of suffering
Come to seduce
With Mammon
The Sons of Men

Cruor innocentia
Blood of Virgin sacrifice
Overflows ancient
Corridors built
By our fathers
To consecrate
The land to
Our Lord

Millennia of anguish
In an instant
Are turned to retribution
Malum est aperta