Away through the halls where

Bricks are made of bones

And the floors are made of bloody

Slowly breathing flesh

Then I see a throne

All covered with dust

It drags me closer, oh will I dare?

But suddenly, I wake up...



One thousand pallid deaths

Inside these halls

One thousand pallid deaths

I hear their call



So step inside (the temple halls)

A wet fog (like the breath)

Of a dragon (will surround)

Your body (and lift you... away)