كلمات Walking Through Infernal Catacombs

Entering the pestilence cave Going downstairs, chasing putrefaction smells What encourages the decision to look for the ocult A tiring trip with the meaning of a rewad Rotten flesh is everywhere Disfigured faces emerging from the walls Pale woman pieces Are bizzar inviters, impossible to deny Such pervesion feeds this place That seems to be testing the visitors Creating alucinations and making them real Floating eyes, observers Something is beating counscience's door In this stage, if you panic trying to escape Running up, will be embranced and crushed by black tentacles I, must keep going on And voices are heard, voices from the depths Calling for those, possessors of insanity To walk among the absurd lords Passing through death's darkness Which is the portal of incoporation Of the spirits of infernal madness