Temple of Scourges - Ophis

The solemn walls of charred stone

The tapestries of flesh and bone

Ebon doors which gaze upon

An atrium of carrion

Every form of bliss l abjure

Every form of dream l renounce

Enter the procession

Of the unfortunate ones

Of those who suffer

As a form of prayer

How l long

To hold and caress you

In my withered arms

In my withered soul

As life turns into the adverse

Flesh quivers dismally perverse

Shrines of humiliation

Erect to praise the pain

In this temple

The house of scars

In these chambers

Where torment soars

In this temple, where

Withering breeds

In this sanctum

Of decrepit seed

In this fane

Where spirits bleed

We are merged in septic grief

In this temple

The house of scars

In these chambers

Where torment soars

Here we rot, forever entwined

Here we rot, in burning throes

Here we wither in hollow sheaths

Here where ghosts shiver in fear