Cold Flesh Citadel - Katalepsy

The citadel of Decline and plunder with abandoned and leaved bastions of

consciousness

The cold tower of flesh which used to be a human being

The all-conquering dust eaten soul away

The invading horror built a nest within eye-sockets

The barbed wire of memoirs twisted around neck

The skull fills with indeterminate but depraved stench

Defilement, memory’s sacrilege and spasm of mind

Your Hear vomits out slime

Refectory emasculation and feverish lobotomy

Convulsively dipping into sucking caverns of thirst disgusting emptiness

You try to expel legions of the stiffened dead mean from the houses of eternal

rest

The Sleep of reason produces monsters

The sleeper must awaken