Hexed upon the entrance, our fate has been bestowed
Guided by illusion, a vision from below
Eyes like daggers focused deep inside the soul
Sinister grin upon your back, evil was foretold
Horrendous sight to bear, the oils begin to stare
Come to life, they sacrifice and lay their awful snare
Painted on the canvas which should not come alive
They begin to speak to me, suggest to draw the knife
Blade across thе flesh, skin begins to split
Carving off the prison, this rеlease I shall permit
Lust for answers drives us past the painted whore
Walk the path of sacrifice, descend into the core

The oaken doors swing open
They beckon you inside
The halls are framed with portraits
All former guests of mine
Manuscripts of madness
Line the dusty shelves
The words a twisted prose
A guidance into hell
The eldritch manor's spell

I take a vulgar tome, blowing off the dust
Flipping through the pages, a madness driven lust
Forbidden words to read, the pages start to bleed
Ingest aphotic lore, feast upon horror
Leaking from the portal
Stenches from beyond
Unholy screams of anguish
Of tenants long since gone
Now the gateway opens
Seek refuge in the maze
A labyrinth of illusions
Madness leads the way

The oaken doors swing open
They beckon you inside
The halls are framed with portraits
All former guests of mine
Manuscripts of madness
Line the dusty shelves
The words a twisted prose
A guidance into hell
The eldritch manor’s spell

Vortex hypnotizes
A depth of endless seas
Athenaeum of the senses
A mind's cacophony
Premortem ascension
Soul begins to writhe
Psychic contortions
Resisting one last time