Escape from Doom

The candles crying blood
Under the ruined arches,
The moon is lighting-up
The pallor of the dead-undead.

Under coffins of glass,
Forgotten wings on cobwebs,
The candles crying blood
Under the ruined arches.

The icons spreading blood,
A coffin is broken,
The walls are suppurating,
A cobweb is empty of wings.

On the white marble,
Red stains are glowing...

In a corner,
A cobweb is empty of wings,
The window is open...