I bid you welcome to my gallery Where my paintings are beheld by the few The ones who swam across murky waters And life fed their hunger with despair Those who enswathed their cold bodies With the stars of the pale horizon Acknowledged sympathy of no form And feasted upon the morbid banquets of hatred Within the paintings of my gallery Lurks evil of mortal deeds Within the walls of my gallery Forever your are marked as the child of cain Marks of pain, marked as the scion of cain Denounced for a sect you were abducted unto Exiled for what was forced upon you Ostracized for falling to the temptation of a dissimilar love Enter the suicidal fences The lair of long dormant hatred Prejudice is what nourishes my elysium In a bleeding state of attaint they'll make you dwell Bane of religion? or bane of your fanatic existence? Maggots claiming to be unite under the name of one god! You've buried your god with your retarded manners You've soaked your religion in crimson stained shame Carved upon our foreheadsthe mark of cain Heavily our bodies totter Holding the mark of the slain I bid you farewell from my gallery Blessed you are for marching this field of crucifixion Blessed you are for inhaling its putrid air Blessed forever we'll be with this mark of damnation