Shadows of d**h litter these halls
No escape
Tortured souls
Foul air
A specter between planes
Pale and
Unseen
Spilled guts
Unclean
Haunted for so long
Only d**h may own this home
Whispers of tortured souls
I die a little every day
d**h was so silent
Defiled rotten remains
The air is so stagnant
The wind ushers pain through
Brutality form long ago
Still hangs in this place
The blood has long since been cleaned
But paint won't cover a wraith
Torture echos through these halls
Now only ghosts remain
A k** site for far too long
He dragged them here to take their life away
Hundreds of violent d**hs
Now hundreds of violent shades
It seems desolation will never leave this place
Bodies piled under his name