Vehicle of Stone - Ondskapt

An immense cathedral of obscene proportions

Seeps through the fabric of reality

A vehicular edifice in constant change

The ice cold light from distant suns

Dim in the veils of sighing smoke

The desecratrix stabs the pure

Licks and guzzles down their dread

With eldritch craft that fucks their souls

And founds them into twisted stone

A skeletal face of grotesque dismay

Glaring from the rotten wall

Staring back from a distant aeon

A mere facet of the deathless arches

The desecratrix stabs the pure

Licks and guzzles down their dread

With eldritch craft that fucks their souls

And founds them into twisted stone

Like the drone of a thousand groaning gods

The portent din scrapes our hearts

When the firmaments begin to freeze

And the eerie light from the phantom throne increase