The secrets from beyond, buried to this basement, it is time to begin and end this hellish ritual, for surreal promises of worst to come. the seventh gate of hell opening by nightmare from below. whiped with rusty chains for offering of blood, nailed to the floor with boiling concrete, hissing serpents as eyes and mouth full of scratching spiders. Indistinct voices of insects devourin flesh. wept venom, sweat blood, speaking in tongues forgotten by all, horrend growling from the abyss too dark, now the gates are open. I cheated death, I became abhorend, abysmal, eternal, the Witchking.