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Down darkened

Old paths

Your should walks

There's no turning back

Morbid visions of death

Flash through your mind

And the smell of burning flesh

Turns into bog.

As you arrive

To the seven gates

Your mind bleeds

In terror and pain

Choose your path

They all lead to hell

Where your souls fate awaits

Since your death has come

As you enter

This unknown world

You see demons flying

An ripping souls

Ripping souls...