Touch the walls, liquid mirrors
 Feel the floors, black hungry pools
 The ceiling above, malignant space
 The rooms around, gates to the void

 Everything is true but nothing is real
 In this house of illusion
 In this dark-red church
 You will loose your pathetic soul

 Disturbing angels everywhere
 (Are) Meeting with distorted lines
 Creating a twisting

 Every corner is a piece
 Of obscure, unearthly art
 Small black gateways
 To the palace of the Worm

 In every room you are prey
 To the hounds of emptiness
 The eyes of the Devourer
 Are watching through the window's glass

 Space and time collide
 Behind close doors you see your past
 Beyond these doors
 There is no future... for you...