Execration Doppelgangers
An opening to a gateway
To the other side through the curtain wall
In the circle of trees
Beyond the prison cells
Faces staring back
Piercing through skin
From the wood panel
From the other side
In the house of undead souls
Voices carried through the wind
From the mountains in the dead of night
Besieged by the hand of doom
Staring into dead black eyes
Sound waves of hate
Light beams that devastate
Rooms of confusion
Thick, black mass
The dead of night draws nigh
Fall under the spell of the seven songs
Cast into the void of irrelevance
Forever drawn to obscurity
Hand in hand we enter
The portal to hell
Something will come back
But we will never return
We will never heal
Tainted by those
That inhabit those rooms
That never rests
Doppelgangers
