Halls Of Lust

Under the pillars of flesh
Where the hopeless yell
Stinks the taste of death
Blowing winds of lust.

Yell their pain
Yell their lust
Breathe their greed
Into death they must
The halls of lust.

Bloody cuts mark their skin
Pale faces sneer
Crying empty eyes
Into the final ride.

Lost their faith
Lost their sin
Hope for death
That gloomy grim
The halls of lust.

Yell their pain
Yell their lust
Breathe their greed
Into death they must
The halls of lust.

When the night falls
Darkness cloaks this gallery of cruelties
Freezing fog covers their tortured bodies
Oh… this endless winter night
Offers depressive silence
Awaiting the first light
To begin and pump their blood
Into their rotten veins.

Fill the halls with lust
Flee from the night's frost
Let the filthy blood flow
Make the painful final cut.

Yell their pain, yell their lust
Breathe their greed
Into death they must
The halls of lust.

Lost their faith, lost their sin
Hope for death
That gloomy grim
The halls of lust.