The Desolate House Of Carrions

Hanged by the chandelier,
On his bruised face is imprinted the fear,
The corpse is swinging back and forth,
"Let me guide you in the light", he had been told,
To the Devil his soul without retrieve he sold,
In this house of bounded shadows,
The weakness may drag you in the deepest hollows.

Laying at the bottom of the stairs,
Are painted in red her lips and nails,
Her celestial eyes are fixed on the ceiling,
"This is the key to healing",
About a rusty scissors she had been told,
She stabbed her throat,
The claws of defeat now her soul they hold.

He'll drag you here to play with your mind,
In the house of death,
This is about to be your last night,
Because his blood was spilled here,
Defeated by the life in his own fight.
Whet the beast of fear against these lost, shabby hearts,
To make them mangle their own skin,
To wrest their flesh from the bone,
Smiling he'll watch the bloodstream,
Because his wretched soul turned in grim.

"-Tick-tock, listen to that old clock,
Do you hear their words?
<< It is time for giving up>>,
Listen to your patched soul,
<<I've been torn apart by them all,
When nobody cares, why living anymore for? >>
Take this knife and wipe those tears,
Because it will free you of the fears,
Stab your heart, step into the light,
Let the blood run down your chest,
Close your tired eyes,
It is time to embrace the eternal rest."

In the house of bounded shadows,
Try to not lose yourself,
The weakness could drag you in the deepest hollows,
When you'll hear his whisper, try to not give up,
Because this is your fight.

At the creek crossing road,
Step away from the desolate house,
There their souls they sold,
Painted in blood are the walls,
Marked with red are all their last falls,
The old, Persian carpet covered with carrion,
Their whacked images are still alive,
A memory that is never gone,
Of them with torn skin, broken bone,
Brought on the edge of despair,
By the weight of pain couldn't anymore bear.