Cold skies rain black Ichor upon the dead dripping city Black spires loom ominous Above dead and barren earth Fouled with the blood of the wretched Who once dwelt in this accursed city Still they dwell in unlife Within the shadows The damned Roaming through shadowed hall of decrepit stone Ornate with carbing of horrid forms Depicted in abhorrent rites Tell of horrors which should never be Morbid and grotesque in their very existence Shambling forms lurch forth from writhing shadows Gathered before the monstrous cikon Chanting in tongues unknown to man Arms spread wide beneath a moontess sky Evoking the essence of their unholy god Who dwells within the beeps Visions come to me of what has always been My place with the wretched Who dwell in eternal shadows Fated to forever dwell among the damned In that accursed city The dead dripping city