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Moldy pages turn in a ghastly wind

Flames lick the rotten bookshelves

I am poisoned by the warding spell

Mask of courage melts

In a feverish struggle inside a horrid vortex

Taste of blood before I succumb

Ready to be consumed by the magic

Ancient Fortress spirits…

Where is this dreamy voice coming from?

Hollow… whispering in the darkness

Of my minds own labyrinth

Command this skeletal flesh

Rape this weaklings curiosity

And let my soul wander forward…

No wishes, no dreams

A crippling sadness enshrouds me

With a cloak of frozen razors

Phantasmal sigils… flashing weird lights…

Into oblivions comforting rest

And back to the eternal malaise

Tomes slam shut in the dark

Scrolls burn and the whispers grow louder

Conjured vines strangle me

Dragging me into sinister shrine

Molten silver… black iron emblems

Chalice of knowledge…

Chalice of the supreme Void…

Haunting voice older than Time

Nausea…

When the chalice is raised to my lips

Pale

Doom