• This place.
    Filled with the stench of the dead,
    feared by all but fear is welcome,
    need not be human in this place,
    for this is my solace

    Crawling are the dead,
    for need not be human,
    need not be living,
    In this place dead are welcome
    for dead is my family

    Home,
    yes this place is my home,
    lust filled air,
    blood is beloved,
    for blood is my wine

    Screaming,
    Always hear screaming,
    yes the dead are always..screaming,
    for screams are my music.