An empty altar summons you,
tied up and gagged before deceased.
The carcass of tomorrow burns
until the body count's increased.
Shattering skulls of it's victims,
it swallows their eyes and black tongues.
Midnight's clouds still swell with your tears,
but this secret won't leave your lungs.
Another icy tomb and just one pulse too long
beneath where you belong.
Plan your escape again, then witness it go wrong.
An iron altar carries you
a few steps closer than the rest.
The past is a vice to still you
until blood hardens on your chest.
Serpents build a cave in your heart.
It's a rise that no one will see,
and in this place south of Heaven,
you'll rot in immortality.