My temples are that of blight and rust,
my land is everything the light dosent touch.
From the day we are born to the day we die,
we are rotting from inside out.
Candles burning till the wick is gone,
and it won\'t take long.
It\'s amazing how beautiful this state of decay has made you.
Skeletal form and hallowed eyes are perfection.
Pain etched in echoing haunting detail,
your body a canvas painted upon by devils.