[Verse 1] Columns of bone, chandeliers of skin, the nave resounds with a ruptured hymn. Flayed hides stretch as cathedral veils, stitched with sinew, the gospel prevails. Tongues crucified on a gilded rod, each drip of blood a prayer to God. Fingers burn in the braziers bright, illumined psalms in the butcher’s light. [Chorus] Death is a door, obscene, adored, I walk through gore as a crowned lord. Detach, dissolve, let flesh decay, in the spiral hall where the flayed ones pray. [Verse 2] Organs splay like stained glass suns, arteries sing as the black mass drums. A choir of skulls with their jaws unhinged, I read the scripture their marrow inks. Entrails weave through the altar’s face, a rosary carved in the body’s waste. Every scream is a jeweled refrain, every corpse a stair in my vast domain. [Chorus] Death is a door, obscene, adored, I walk through gore as a crowned lord. Detach, dissolve, let flesh decay, in the spiral hall where the flayed ones pray. ⸻ [Breakdown / Climax Spiral] (Tempo drops, words tumble, carnage builds) I tear— skin from skull like a curtain of dawn, I crush— jaws to powder, the choir goes on. I gouge— eyes like lanterns, burst in flame, I laugh— as the cartilage cracks my name. Spiral! Spiral! Flesh undone, organs bloom like a carrion sun. I rake the ribs till the marrow spills, paint the walls in a thousand kills. Tongues laced tight in a knot of screams, arteries whip in cathedral beams. I dance in a storm of viscera rain, the spiral sings in the slaughter’s refrain. Faster— Skulls split open, their echoes roar, Deeper— Blood floods upward, a crimson floor, Wider— Veins unravel like cosmic strings, Higher— Carnage ascends with the choir it brings. ⸻ [Final Chorus / Resolution] Death is a door, grotesque, divine, from rot and ruin, I draw the sign. In silence born of carnage pure, I pass through calmly— the door is sure. [Outro] Peace in gore, release in flame, apotheosis wears no name. Saint of slaughter, crowned once more, I bloom eternal— and death is the door.
