Luciferia

A grave yard, a broken church, a dead tree

A lost road to a Sea of Faces that cannot see

Luciferia, that cradle of delirium

Blackened shores of Maleficarium

Like a beacon stands the Illuminarium

My friend, my friend awake from this dream

Before you see the vision turn to beauty

My friend, my friend awake from this dream

Before you see the the dead begin to rise up

Across the fields of Suicide Trees

I hear a lich voice in the dead breeze

Above the Valley of Corporum Mortuorum

I can see the fingers of his claw clutching soon

At the mountains of Madness you can smell death in the air

In Mortuus Amor's eyes you can see the reason so many dare

To dwell in this place

You'll need a new face

To get along here

You'll need to embrace fear

To thrive in a place like this

You'll have to learn to speak with a hiss

Luciferia, that cradle of delirium

(My only home now)

Blackened shores of Maleficarium

(I needed something real)

Like a beacon stands the Illuminarium

(There is no going back now)