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

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

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