Sanctum of Vivisection

I object, for you wish to abuse the power I have granted you
I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them

The way is shut
It was made by those who are dead
And the dead keep it
And the dead keep it
The way is shut

Seen before by a prophet which you failed to recognize
All the visions sought for nothing
All the visions sought for nothing

For you wish to abuse the power I have granted you
I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them

Blinded by light
Deafened by the screams of the damned
The sanctum consumes what I once was
My soul added to the unholy collective
Locked behind the ancient walls
I scour the halls
Locked behind the ancient walls
I scour the halls

I can't help but cry at the pitiful sight before my eyes
They starve for power, they thirst for attention
Seeking something, finding nothing
Seeking something to make them happy