Orpheus lead me deep into Hell, Dagon Sphere in hand<br />
Away from the burning mirrors and through the shadow lands<br />
Tonight I'll leave the sunless walls, the time is getting short<br />
To find my hidden destiny, the only chance I have<br />
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Twilight over Gorgoroth, forboding gates of bronze<br />
Oblivion awaits me there, a sea of blackest night<br />
Despair rules my barren heart, frustration in my mind<br />
But the lyre charms me sweet and pure, infusing me with hope<br />
I see the suffering of broken souls, laughter turns to screaming<br />
Naked mangled bodies forever walking the circle of perpetual hunger<br />
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Merciless, the dragon spreads it's plague over the world<br />
Blessing the wickedness of it's blackened hordes<br />
Phantoms of anxiety magnifying fear<br />
Cursing in misery the ones with the faith to believe in the<br />
Wisdom revealed in the loneliness of solitude<br />
When thoughts and memories are the only truth<br />
Bathed in silver in the dead of winter<br />
Rimed with frost like the skeletal trees<br />
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The jester strikes me within my lucid nightmare, I'm chosen to stay alive<br />
A palace of demons on the blue hill bear witness to my trial<br />
Lost in starlight amidst a swarm of enemies, battling every imaginable foe<br />
Deserted by seraphs, I call out in rage, is this my fate<br />
Entrapped in an ancient war, I reach for the mystic buckler<br />
To quell the flaming onslaught of the avernal throng<br />
A sacred relic of the knights of the elements<br />
A reminder that peace must always prevail<br />
Chained to the obelisk by the sovereign killers<br />
Waiting for the sight of the robed tormentor<br />
Paralyzed and overwhelmed, eyes roll into my skull<br />
This is my Crucimentum<br />
Molded in the fire of the living forge<br />
Hammered for impurity and thrust into the water<br />
The process repeats to drive out the porous slag<br />
This technique if withstood produces true steel<br />
An enigmatic sacrifice before the hooded masses<br />
Princes of pain, rituals of blood and death<br />
I shall be the one to achieve the heavenly<br />
Obsidian Hell - ninth candle of the second plane of seven<br />
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Caught in this strange place somewhere in the pit<br />
From the depths of the chasm I see the tunnel's end<br />
The winds change, the storm recedes, spring is in the air<br />
Happy for deliverance, I cry<br />
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Reflecting on the dark maze that consumed me within<br />
Grateful for the knowledge gained, wiser now am I<br />
Leaving the abyssal realm, Elysian Fields before my eyes<br />
A final bridge that I must cross, Janus greets me