Arcane blood lust
Defiant to the breath, never west
Eastern face dominant low and cold
In Disequilibrium we remain below
We remain below
Fire and char in all directions
Apparitions dance and line up in key
Howls disperse emanating through the vast chamber
Leviathan calls, I return
Through the walls it pulsates
And pierced through my veins
Aimlessly wandering
Trapped by this maze
No escape no hope just pain
Broken within envy and waste
13 corpses bow
18 hands risen
Carrion spat upon the tomb
Sarcophagus rises
Risen
Waves of lust wash over me
Cut deep