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In a time of unbridled greed

When the jackals run wild

An elder primitive Sacred Sect

Protect an ancient chamber

"This path will lead you to death" it read

"He who enters will be damned to eternal hell"

But the warning was ignored

Hinges creek as they push passed the door

Decayed bodies outline the stairs

A horrid smell engulfs the air

"This path will lead you to death" it read

"He who enters will be damned to eternal hell"

The relics are awakened but dissolve at the touch

The chamber reacts and servers the hand

It's hard to resist falling to pieces

Gripping the wrist there's so much fucking blood

Within these walls there burns a fire

Objects displayed for tempting dark desires

Without this carnage left to transpire

The crypt's deprived of the souls that it requires

It's getting cold, so close to death

He says "I'm sorry" with a gasps of his last breath

No time to grieve, no time to rest

Hesitate and your dying next

Ancient stones seal the chamber door

Walls collapse into a hallow floor