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Slave, endlessly wandering

In these dark caverns of torture

Lost in this maze of rotten walls

Wet and cold cavities my permanent trap

Sharp sticks, impaled heads

Stack of putrid viscera and offal

Feasting upon corpses of their own kind

Building temples of flesh to worship foul Gods

A trial of life in pain must be passed

And successor shall be the one victor

King to these perpetual nightmarish walls

Insects nesting under my skin

Eating slowly the flesh

My limbs are falling apart

Death, shall be my solace

Slave, endlessly wandering

In these dark caverns of torture

Lost in this maze of rotten walls

Wet and cold cavities my permanent trap

Sharpen sticks, impaled heads

Stack of putrid viscera and offal

I drag myself out of the dark

My eyes burn with fear of light

This monstrous streams of tortured souls

Shall reveal abysmal horrors

I fall to fathomless depths

Life and Death, a circle of nothingness

In this vast plain of void, I am lost forever