Don't mind the lyrics

Bricks and bones, a flicker of death,

A sigh, a moan, a daunting breath.

No light, no shadow, a child's cry,

No screams heard, just a head held high.

Old and twisted, a house of curse,

Where prayers decay and sins rehearse.

A ritual, a sacrifice, held once more,

Crawling from the shadows in your core.

The alley weeps, abandoned again,

Blood soaked walls, baptised by rain.

They come with souls, and leave with none,

The devil walks free, when they are done.