Ruins of an edifice Lay scattered and low A forgotten remnant Of a time unknown Cryptic carving lay fragmented Covered in moss and vines Cursed and tainted souls tormented Distorted and malign Hidden behind verdant Layers overgrown Eroded and fractured Effigies of stone Those who dare cross into this land Are assaulted by fear The ill-fated cannot withstand The deluge of despair Specters of smoke surround Rabid eyes red with rage Shrilling shrieks resound Writhing wraiths engage Casting the barrage Of anxiety Down on their victims A futility Yielding to massive Psychic energy Over this lost domain Drift formless masses Their floating corpses lay Sunk in morasses Dead eyes frozen stare forever Glaring back in disdain Perpetually disfavored By their own remains Reflectingly disperse Their dread harrasses Renourished by the fear Of who trespasses In the land of wraiths Dead are denied graves Recalling their fates Reigniting rage