To the dark, dreary Labyrinth, I come.
The milky sea lingers in the air with a forlorn hum.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate,
The innermost mighty councils say.
Waves of vines slither through the sides.
O Hermes, do guide me through this maze
Whither the great Arete abides.
Hence I embark on my journey to where terror awaits.
And so I creep through the cold granite jungle
That looms from Earth to Heaven.
Zephyr carries the mumbles that rumble.
"Who's that?" the inquire gets me shaken.
"Why is he here?"
"Who's that?"
"Why is he here?"
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
And floods, the ocean of sudden fear.
The world quakes. The walls shatter.
Like 'twas marched upon by the Army of Lucifer.
And so I pray to the Almighties who rests atop.
O, do stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
But they won't listen.
No.
They won't listen.
The Heaven hath shut.
And I am abandoned
In this forsaken abyss beyond the Ninth.
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
And the ubiquitous orbs follow me.
Surround me.
Drown me.
And I fell
Deep
Under the stream of Styx.
And what bleeds stops.
And what throbs stops.
All is well.
All is well.
But then I realise.
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
They forgot to drown my soul.
At last,
The mighty Greeks emerge
From the adorned shell.
And sheer terror,
Fire,
Blood,
Bellow,
O, do stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Arate's statue shatters.
"Who's that?" "Why is he here?"
And I drown
Deep
In the
Dark,
Dreary
La
By
Rinth.
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