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What was that sound?

I slowly turn around, something moved,

a void of darkness in the floor,

where the altar stood.

I move a little closer 'cause

I cannot see from where I stand.

Blood still running down my arm

from all the cuts in my hands.

I must enter the unholy cell,

I must enter a passage to Hell.

Someone is ringing the bell

but there is only me, there is no one else.

I think I hear a voice from deep within the hole.

I wonder who could be in there, the strong smell of old.

I must enter the unholy cell

and I must enter a passage to Hell.

I can barely see the stairs below,

stairs on which I know my feet must go.