Catacombs

Catacombs of Despair: A Journey Through Unholy Realms
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Lyrics

Oh, what a dwelling place for mischief!

Expressing the location as a breeding ground for trouble and wrongdoing.

Uncertainty, a lair unfit for Christians

Describing the uncertainty and an unsuitable environment for followers of Christianity.

Unholy ambience, I feel I have no out

Sensing an evil atmosphere with no apparent escape.

Listen closely, you can hear the demons growl

Noticing the presence of malevolent entities through audible growls.


My hair stands vertically

Experiencing fear or shock, indicated by hair standing on end.

A serpent slides towards me

Encountering a serpent approaching, symbolizing danger or deceit.

In tongues, I hear him speak

Hearing the serpent speak in an unknown or ominous language.


"What do you fear the most?

A conversation with the serpent, discussing fears, a blackened rose symbolizing hidden darkness in beauty.

Is it demons, or is it ghosts?

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Mine is a blackened rose

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Hidden in beauty until it's exposed"

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Then, the floor collapsed beneath my feet

Experiencing a sudden collapse of the floor beneath.


Tumbling into this cobweb infested

Falling into a Hellish underground space with disturbing elements and limited visibility.

Subterranean gallery of Hell

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With aroma of carcass and death

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I cannot see inches from self

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But a torch, though distant, ignited

Spotting a distant torch, hopeful for help and escape from the graves.

Draws me closer to what I hope is aid

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Escape from the graves!

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Sequenced, the pyres rise revealing cloaked shades

Witnessing rising pyres and a chant to bring life to the dead.

"Breathe life!" they chant as the dead reanimate

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Crypts open wide

Crypts opening, possibly revealing more ominous events.


Mesmerized by malignant occurrence

Being captivated by a nightmarish situation with futile attempts to escape, leading to transformation into the damned.

Ensnared in this nightmarish realm

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Attempts to flee lack much needed endurance

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It isn't much longer before I've become a rotter myself

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One with the damned

Acceptance of condemnation and a continued search for life's merit.

I stand condemned

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Searching again

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For life's merit

Expressing a quest for the value or worth of life.

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