There are bleak corridors behind This heavy wooden door No light ever did touch these walls Nor a voice ever did resound here. There are staring empty faces Hiding behind shadows of grey The void of long gone expressions Is forever standing still. This is simply the triumph of Death This is the triumph of Death Absolute. Ineffable. It's the triumph of Death. Symbols are forever banished there Not a mark of human vanity is found Can you see this is the grave of gods? Where only fear of coming back to life Remains. This is what I dream when my eyes Gaze wide open at night every time Searching for the darkest corner To devour me once and for all. There are bleak corridors behind This heavy wooden door No light ever did touch these walls No hope ever will. This is the triumph of Death Absolute. Ineffable. It's the triumph of Death.