Hour Of Penance

Greed of blood
makes the believer a rabid beast.
Mass comes to an end.
Desire becomes unbearable.
Crescendo of terror. The damned is untenable.
Wherever you turn, there's nothing
but these four walls, you and I.
The leading wire of this tale
is been woven through mute chambers' walls.
Captives communicate through tortured screams.
'Till the moment is gone.