Grim cellar covered with mold (covered with mold)
And this is not a burial vault
The rusty abutments and the bare concrete
The fetid and stale smell and the spirit of the dead
And this is the place where the death lives (where the death lives)
The endless funnel peering right into your soul
The chasm devouring your body
Screams of souls on fire and of children buried alive
Cutting off your ears, eroding your eyes and ruining your dreams
Catacombs built of human bones
The cerberus guarding this place rip off your flesh
The last refuge
So sail down deeper and deeper in hell with Death on board
The last refuge
I choke on my blood, I pray for the god which doesn't exist, i belive
Anyway I will be left and buried at this place
Where the catacombs are built of human bones
I choke on my blood, I pray for the god which doesn't exist and i belive
Cutting off your ears, eroding your eyes and ruining your dreams
Catacombs built of human bones
The cerberus guarding this place rip off your flesh
Grim cellar covered with mold
And this is not a burial vault (a burial vault)
The rusty abutments and the bare concrete (bare concrete)

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