| I didn’t find this place, it called to me
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| A reeking from the other side of stone
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| Underground in hiding as I was
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| Was that a whisper? |
| But I’m here alone…
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| There lay a hole in the ground
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| A hidden portal in the floor
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| A putrid breeze was seeping out
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| Against all sense I set out to explore
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| Through the passage I did climb
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| Down to a chamber vast as hell itself
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| Had I lost my mind or did I really see
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| An abysmal chasm with a bridge of bones
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| Before me?
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| A nauseating reddish light filled the gloom
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| Transfixed I walked up to the bridge bizarre
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| Horrified I realized the truth
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| The skulls and legs and arms looked so familiar
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| In shock I scrambled back up
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| To the bleakness of the moor
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| The winds were foul, the bones were gone
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| I reeled in sickening horror
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| The abomination of a bridge
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| Must be the morbid key
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| I had to go down again and face insanity
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| A dark descent beneath the earth
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| And hell was waiting there
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| I stepped onto the skeletal span
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| And walked across in terror
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| I reached the other side
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| To see a coffin standing bare
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| And then the voices faded in
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| Grotesque beyond compare
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| The box was open, death was near
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| I heard the casket’s calling clear
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| My victims screaming in my head
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| I stepped inside and closed the lid |