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