Not a soul can hear their tortured calls
From within the walls of these hallowed halls
Nor the splatter of blood spilled in anger
In this house of pain they are torn asunder
Those broken souls that try in vain
To keep their minds above the strain
For the unlucky victims of the walls that capture
There is no hope of a peaceful rapture
For no knowledge of the mass of sin
Will ever breach the walls within
These dark and hallowed halls
