The story was told

The crypt was old

We have a confession

The evil obsession

Evening in a tormenting crypt

Chains around your neck

Food once a week, lifetime to die

Dead flesh flowing out of your ass

The story was told

The crypt was old

We have a confession

The evil obsession

Reborn to society

Crawl with anxiety

Pain from lost mind

No one can find

The story was told

The crypt was old

We have a confession

The evil obsession

Death and smelly corpse

Buried in the walls

Graveyard in the garden

Their souls shall be reborn

The story was told

The crypt was old

We have a confession

The evil obsession