Carnacain - The Narrow House

They call to me
The legion that inhabit this place
Cold runs through my flesh
Fear drips from my eyes
Narrow house
Putrid glare
Horrified
Burnt into my soul

House built for the dead
What kind of reality is this to be
Commands demanded of me,
Worsen day by day
The light will no longer ever save

Putrid glare
Horrified
Burnt into my soul

House built for the dead
What kind of reality is this to be
Commands demanded of me,
Worsen day by day
The light will no longer ever save

You didn't believe me,
They have taken me away
Now it's time for you to witness
What I can no longer bare

Now that I am gone
They'll be coming for you

Putrid glare
Horrified
Burnt into my soul