Sculptor's Cave

Jagged rocks - they guard the glistening maw

The gateway into the abyss

Phantom winds whistle an eerie song

The dark bowels still yearn for death

Shadow play - it beckons petrified eyes

The disquiet of the obscure

Seven skulls paint a scene of demise

With the blood and the brine and the grit and the grime they conjure

Past horrors scar the cold, salt-laden stone

Torn feet upon a bed of Shell and bone

Tonguеs of fire lash the fractured wall

Facеless gods within the symbols scrawled

A void that hungers within crimson dreams

Come to me, come to me

Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb

Suffocating in the endless gloom

Go, my child, into the womb of your grave

Sculptor's cave

Taste the blade, as it carves ancient spells

No need to fear the unknown

In the end, you will walk beyond the veil

Through the blood and the brine and the grit and the grime you must go

A sacred portal ’tween the dead and the divine

A morbid temple where the stars shall never shine

Tongues of fire lash the fractured wall

Faceless gods within the symbols scrawled

A void that hungers within crimson dreams

Come to me, come to me

Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb

Suffocating in the endless gloom

Go, my child, into the womb of your grave...

All light shall fade

All life's unmade

Tongues of fire lash the fractured wall

Faceless gods within the symbols scrawled

A void that hungers within crimson dreams

Come to me, come to me

Deep inside this sunless tidal tomb

Suffocating in the endless gloom

Go, my child, into the womb of your grave

Sculptor's cave