1. GATES OF HOSPICE

“Where I torture the gods
Who could not abide
Where I vanquish dissent
And banish the wise

Where nights of enslavement
Are born in my reign
Where the underworld bends
And your dreams are my domain”


2. EXSANGUINATION TUNNELS

Thy Begotten realm
Below the underworld itself
Awake tonight!
Long forgotten memories gave way
To a hospice deep in hell's lost abyss
Below a void as old as creation
The hospice gates have opened for us tonight!

Shadowed truths bestowed upon this place
Where mortal fears persist even in death
Towards the procession of nightmares
Shadowed dissident gods of the Orcus
Led to suffer
In dreams they've withheld
Dark echoing tragedies
And sins once erased

Mortal coil awakened once more
In an afterlife of pain, I will follow the trail of blood
Nex, the god of all the Orcus
Curator of these halls, exsanguination tunnels

The lobotomy theatre beckons my soul
“An abattoir of conscience, derision of your inner weakness - throes of torture expelled
Regurgitate the essence, projected on seething cell walls - your power now absconds
Languished in viscous obsolescence
Putrefying in tormenting hypnosis
And when you awake
You'll forever be my slave”

The regicide exhibition
Continues to enslave
For I am merely a witness
To the horrors of this place

I peer into the first cell...


3. RED BURNING CANDLES OF HATRED

I'm the hate god
Of all lust, iniquity and sick ways
A tyrant of the centuries
The blood of Czar Ivan, Caligula, and Dracul in my veins
Swallowed souls, despots to defecate

Amalgamation..... of the sinful kings

Blood from the Virgin’s stillbirth
The deluge where I bathe
In the dreams of a demigod
The tortures of sleep to fornicate
In dark lust and incest
Undone from within, eternal death

A hospice cell... the last curse of Nex

"In this nightmare infirmary
Thy Demons of the Orcus' bane
Confronted in essence, the dark subconscious
You curse the ensnaring neural pathways
Lord Ahkci, of malevolent deeds
Exposed, the impotence of your reign
For the greatest fear of megalomania:
To be dethroned, forgotten, obsolete!"

The claws of my power now grope towards damnation
The spell of Animus, lobotomizes the soul
To focus the last grasp of my dark energy
Banished beyond this circle of red burning candles.

Apex of a torturous sleep
This infernal dream is soon to subside
I wonder if my will was saved or broken?
By the red burning candles of hatred....


4. SERPENTINE BLOODHALLS

“I beckon you to follow
Down a basilisk hall
In the throes of torture
His scream heeds a call

Corpus veins slit
Yet living in limbo
Embalmed limbs dance
To an ever slowing tempo”


5. BASILISK OF LIGHT

These bleeding halls confine
That which lies within deceit
Enshrouded chaos god
Behind a veil as old as man
The serpents of the den
Guiding towards a dismal end
The doors are stained with rust
For him the dream has lingered far too long

Now I see
He was the first scapegoat
Whom Holiness scorns
And all that is unpure
Adorns his every word as law

Fools who fear this one
The pious lambs their god has spawned
Who know not what is light
The diamond moon in Orcus skies
The Aurae as its known to be
Heaven’s dreams deceiving all
And what is there beyond this light?
The diminishing will of a species to survive

Basilisk of light defiled
Reveal to me, the truth in lies
Bestow the wisdom of your bane
The truth us mortals could not inscribe
For here in death, we are the same
Servants of the curators mind
Under the spell of Hospitium Mortis
In Nex’s dream, together we must awake!

Knowing the secret for mortals to thrive
Thus is the fate of the truth within lies
The serpentine willow enslaved
In this cage, in this cell
I’ve resigned
For my punishment, now I beckon!

Evil lord of my enslavement
Torturer of my will
Desecrate my existence
Under your spell of servitude
Evil one Nex Animus
Conjurer of the dead
You have exposed my weakness
Now I will serve the Orcus!”


6. DOWN THE OUBLIETTE OF MAELSTROM

Onto the last door within this hell
I will resign
To Punishment wards of hate
Infirmaries of thought
Under hospice care
In a nightmare cell
Oh, an ode to this night
Torturing the god of suicide

What is it that draws me to this place?
A vacant room I've received
Olden scents permeate
Sink drains the bleeding floor
“Here someone has died

Yet has since been reborn”
Oh, I see in this cell
Down the Oubliette, a prisoner hangs...

"The noose betrays its master
And here no one dies
The gene of evil is my creation
I led the first suicide
And he who hangs below, eternally convulses in pain"

Red hospice lights now die
And darkness poisons my sight
At last this dream will subside
In blackness confined
There’s a sudden voice outside

Terror as I look up the drain
Nex stands there laughing in scorn
"Oh, down the Oubliette you go
Oh, the god most ripe for resign

Sui Caedere
Fool
Coward”

Blackness of bile in the sewers arise and begin to drown
Darkness of old becomes liquid of souls for my
suffocation
I was the one hanging there all along, oh a fool now it seems
Matter unfurls and the hospice dies at the end of this dream...

Of this nightmare...