Crossing the House of Knives

<p>Froth with peril is the path from here onwards It avows death in every step of the way An alien passage with bladesprotruding Unremembered from the light of day</p><p>Into the desolate unknown Walking the corridors of grief Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves Through the house of knives</p><p>Ignominy in the place of fear Xibalba... The realm of the dead It's daunting silence is deafening And as ardent as the necrosing air</p><p>Into the desolate unknown The unseen Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves Through the house of knives</p><p>Cursed dungeon Chamber of souls trapped in perdition behind the mould In eternal unrest Blood curling despair The walls echo their piercing lament</p><p>Crossing the House of Knives</p><p>An immutable anguish in their cries can be heard Ultimately death</p><p>Crossing the House of Knives</p>