Corpse Worship - Monastery Ruins

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THE RUINS OF AN ANCIENT MONASTERY
RISE ABOVE THE CROWNS OF DEAD TREES
AS A REMINDER OF THE MONASTERY RUINS
HOPELESSNESS
AND POWER OF TIME.
GLOOMY DECAYED WALLS
ARE COVERED
WITH VINES AND DUST,
THE ROOTS OF DEAD TREES ARE ENTWINED
AROUND
THE RUIN AND DESOLATION.

COLD, HOWLING WINDS BLOW AND RUIN THE WALLS,
SURRENDERING IN THE RICKETY TOMBSTONES
OF THE ANCIENT GRAVEYARD WITH A GLOOMY AND LOST ECHO.
ETERNITY DOESN'T CARE WHO BURIED HERE
THERE IS ONLY THE RAMPS OF THUNDER AND THE GLOW OF LIGHTNING, THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST

THE DEAD WINDOWS LIKE THE EYE SOCKETS, AND THERE WAS A GATE-GRIN OF DEATH ITSELF.
MOANS OF DESPAIR FILL THE DESERTED HALLS, AND DISSOLVE IN VOID OF THE BLACK

WALLS REMEMBER, AFFLICTED PEOPLE, NOBLE LORDS AND ZEALOTS OF FAITH
NO MORE WORSHIPS AND CONFESSIONS NO ONE WILL COME IN AEON DOMAIN

SOMETIME BELL CALLS FOR CRUSADES IN THE NAME OF THE GOD,
WITCH-HUNTS AND EXECUTIONS OF THE INQUISITION,
AND MAYBE SATANIC RITES AND HUMAN SACRIFICES.
TOLLER OF THE CHAPEL COULD TELL A LOT, BUT IT IS SILENT, AND DECAYED