Drogheda - Consigned to the Tomb

strain to pierce the gloom beyond what is real lurking in the blackest recesses of the mind gray haze of consciousness enduring the last agonies morbid king of terrors morbid king of death launched into eternity sink into the grave food for worms in your tenement of clay over sands of glass dogs drag my body the beast feeds deep upon my naked brain necropolis the last reside consigned to the tomb dead march to the house of death ripped in the burial mound