| Decrepit ruins, an ancient fane in disarray
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| Rivers of cadaverine snake below obsidian palisades
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| Bathed in an ill moonlight, igneous spires breaching the louring sky
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| Resident to dark terrors both malevolent and unseen
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| Haunted through the heart of darkness
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| By horrors unknown
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| A nightmare that never subsides
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| Wading through wastelands of bone
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| Sojourn in galleries of anguish searching for wisdom’s elusive pearl
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| Lost in a lonesome city, witness the last gasp of a dying world
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| Statues lie broken, shattered in conflicts fought long ago
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| Roots reaching into black trenches
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| Reclaiming the earth from the stone
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| The rancour in its construction outlived its architects
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| Labyrinthine and monolithic, hallowed hall of the dead
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| City of shades, a pale reflection of it’s past glory
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| Where the dead ever roam in the crumbling halls
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| Now entombed by their greed delving far too deep
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| Down where fiends never sleep and the light can’t reach
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| Twisted creatures rend and flay, draped in skins in their sick masquerade
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| Flesh stripped victims to discard, butchered for amusement in this cursed
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| abattoir
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| Dank baneful chasms, caliginous and bare
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| Where hope is exiguous, all are prone to despair
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| Where the ill-fated wander in the land of the Pod
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| Ever crawling in circles beaten back by a dense freezing fog |