Phantasmagorical Personification Of The Death Temple

The light burned men's eyes
Blind try to penetrate the void
A thousand tongues and horns devoured your dreams
Sores in the flesh are fertile for the flies

It's not death that frightens me but the unknown behind it

In this phantasmagorical temple ruled by unseen things
The chaos before everything, the horrible silence after
The hour draws near I can see your petrified soul
No one dares to speak thy name the death's lord

Cursed in every possible worlds
Infected with the null essence of life
You yearn for the ghostly embrace of death
Trapped between the voids where you can't die