the flesh is a trap the wise of minds say
used to stay inside mine all fuckin day
other kids used to go outside and play
id visualise livin the land of decay
limbless childrens crawling in darkness
invisible kinsmen burning demon carcas
in this land it pays to be hearless
narsissist  only one pharmacist
pass out perscriptions of pain
walk along the road of the the slain
drenched in the bloody rain
down to the house where the angel was mamed
israifiel of the the storys they would tell
played his fluet with music that was mute
not a single note
they all fall upon deaf ears
like getting choked tryin to breathe in here
smells of flesh being charred bodies ripped apart
talking severed heads and a tale tale heart
shadows in the mist chanting a curse
mixed up words with only one verse

welcome to the land of the damned
a home of souls not mourned lost and went a stray
the alone meant to rome in the place of decay
if you visit too long for ever you must stay
the land of decay
forever you must stay
in the land of decay


travel through the rubbel into the pit of lonelyness
the mothers of lost children forever to be missed
babys cries unheard drowned out by the deepest abyss
in this horror filled territory there is but one story
of a morbed past fueled with laughs of the wicked
devils henchmen under cloaks found in ditch men
shadowy doublewalkers steel your face and send you to darkness
wreched and godless horsemen of the appocalypse
an atropolis of the calous non- postuhumous
no afterlife meant for we we of a flock underneath the dark sea
life and death is a past tence  
and as i write this im one of the lifeless in the land of the damned
a home of souls not mourned lost and went a stray
the alone meant to rome in the place of decay
if you visit too long for ever you must stay
the land of decay
forever you must stay
in the land of decay