The hounds of hell are waiting at my door
Transgression is the food of foaming dogs
And evermore will persecute my days
Of endless torture

The time has passed when they obey the will
Of headless corpses far beneath the earth
And tearing at their leashes mad and rabid
Seek revenge

The sweat of unknown fear soaks my brow
And feverish emotion numbs the brain
I stand erect as petrified to stone
And wait my doom

No future now but stench of rotting souls
My will to cry out silenced as the dead
Encircled by my omnipresent fears
I fight for life

My very soul erupts into a scream
Such as never heard by mortal man before
And freeing me from claustrophobic terror
I spring awake.