Hall of the Dead
Isis
The great
Stone walls
Rise above our heads
Cold and sad
Pale light
A dusty veil
The sun makes its way in
Destitute, weak
You're at my side again
Faithful guide
Unfailing
Here we stand
Among the others
The living
Among the dead
Veins still flowing full
Lungs filled with white light
Push forward
Lifeless bodies swept aside
They are on us
Cast a net of armor
Over our heads
Hide our life
Lest it be
Lifted from us
We must leave this place
Of deathly decay
Don't look back, press on