There is a cellar of many doors
Beneath our Earth
Reeking tunnels stretching deep

The oil burning low in cruel haste
Leads you astray
Yawning pitfall of confusion
The oil burning low in cruel haste
Leads you astray
Yawning pitfall of confusion

Gorging on what remains
Mostly hair and skin
Only to again retreat
Reeking tunnels stretching deep
Fever and madness
Chaos and blood
The stench overwhelms
The lust overcomes

The more part of men's works
Remain secret enshrouded
Eternal push against the curtain
Demanding affirmation