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Enter though

Old doors

Fate Bell

Hate fell through the

Stone floor

You’re a fool

To think to duel

Torture cruel

Riddles high

Up in the sky

Through giants fight

Soul gouged from sight

Taken flight

Visions night

Ilusuion keep

In your false dreams

Look upon the maze of your approaching doom

Look upon the masterpiece of madness

Seen mountains rise

Seen Netheril fall

You shall die

Still I march on

Tell me how

In circles damned

No start or end

High winds turn to

The Son of Bhaal

Your life a waste

Begin to race

As you’re chased in

To the depths

Of the abyss

Hear snakes hiss

Watch for Grey mist

Look upon the maze of your approaching doom

Look upon the masterpiece of madness

Hear the banshee cry

In the midst of the night

Your soul ‘scapes the whines

Yet your body’s alive

Animate

Living corpse

Bloodied bones

Torn skin and clothes

Floating swords

Floating head

Stained red

Moving twards your

Spirit form

A mighty lord

Shield and glove

Would not save from

Spirit crushed

Voice now hushed

In the dust

End your being