Relics of the Dead

In a time of unbridled greed
When the jackals run wild
An elder primitive Sacred Sect
Protect an ancient chamber

"This path will lead you to death" it read
"He who enters will be damned to eternal hell"

But the warning was ignored
Hinges creek as they push passed the door
Decayed bodies outline the stairs
A horrid smell engulfs the air

"This path will lead you to death" it read
"He who enters will be damned to eternal hell"

The relics are awakened but dissolve at the touch
The chamber reacts and servers the hand

It's hard to resist falling to pieces
Gripping the wrist there's so much fucking blood

Within these walls there burns a fire
Objects displayed for tempting dark desires
Without this carnage left to transpire
The crypt's deprived of the souls that it requires

It's getting cold, so close to death
He says "I'm sorry" with a gasps of his last breath

No time to grieve, no time to rest
Hesitate and your dying next
Ancient stones seal the chamber door
Walls collapse into a hallow floor