Reeking Tunnels

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 A labyrinth wandering beyond sight The more part of men's works Remain secret enshrouded Eternal push against the curtain Demanding affirmation Rise from the corpse you fed on There is no haven to speak of Gorging on what remains Mostly hair and skin Only to again retreat Reeking tunnels stretching deep Fever and madness Chaos and blood The stench ovеrwhelms The lust overcomеs