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In the darkness of the labyrinth we, the bones, that are here

Have so long awaited thee; in slumber deep

We’re dead but dreaming still and whispering…

With beryl eyes the visions come,

In mortal coils, all burning white:

Compelling my descent in the penumbral court of the Nameless One

“Take the step and cross the gate!”

The king in Red must serve the Saturnine -

For what lurks below is full of envy

For the sun-blessed surface!

We, the bones, guard faithfully the gateway…

To venture where all flesh is consumed, and nightmares take on form.

Sup deep of the draught of hate – forget about who you were!

Down here you can be reborn in blood, reap delights by the sword!

Yea, it’s been foretold in tongues unuttered for so long:

You have only what you can kill!

And, in the mercy of elder gods, a trembling voice within me

Implores and strives to drive away this madness that betrays (me);

“Obey!” a choir that plagues his shattered mind in screams, in chants…

“This cannot be my Fate!”

The Gods Below have thus conspired in sleep

‘Gainst the new-crowned king

Down on his knees, despairing and frail,

“You shalt serve as our thrall!”

Obey

The bones!

The yellowed grins of skulls gleam insane, gold like the gifts in graves;

The nightmare lives in our womb of shades and sightless stares…