If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story
Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time
And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears
The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark,
Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart
And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past
First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind
Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came

At night I can hear the chanting of the dead
Here is no peace if these walls could speak

Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign
Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside
From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery
Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones
Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down
As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own
Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay
To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past

Here is no peace if these walls could speak

Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions
The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes
Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life
A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on
Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide
As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny
Time doesn't exist anymore, here is no peace
I knew it a time and will never forget this scar