Flesh Gallery Lyrics

Thoughts of a far away familiar day
batter the ashen gates of my memory
as the seeds of necessity and lust
are nurtured by the rain of opportunity.

As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery
the spectacle of throngs of dancing corpses
fuels my urge to satisfy
the ancient desire.
Hammering noises from within
the pit of me
drown the voice
of Reason
and melt away
the substance
of Restraint.

From across the chamber
I sense her...
as if her
burning
emits
a sweet savor...
issuing the famished an invitation to the feast.

As she displays
her aching for all to see
and engages in silent,
playful self exploration
we begin the dance of seduction.
Within her vacant, distant eyes I see
I see what was once a glimmer of innocence.

But all innocence
eventually falls prey
to Reality.
As I stare
deeper into the cavity
where her soul once lived,
the ancient summoning
of Belial pierces through the pungent air...

caressing my yearning flesh...stimulating the craving...whispering lies to the Wolf at the Door.

And from across the chamber
she senses me.
As she answers the call of Belial
avarice controls our

subconscious thoughts
and breaks the black walls.

As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery the spectacle of dancing corpses.....