Thou who shall forsaken the architect
Dark afterlife will follow
And in the scorching pits of the abyss
Will spend myriads of decades

Forever following a forgotten dream
Of happiness and love, unreachable.
Hearts will burn in diamond furnaces
Hopes in wooden barrels, let to rot.

Souls will wander through the cold wind
With the chests wide open
And with the mouth sewn shut.
They will never feel warm love

Bugs will be crawling under skin
For each missed love
Tortured souls remembering
All the harm caused.

In golden mirrors
Covered with radiant gems
Loved ones will be
To torment lost souls.