I can't look away from that wicked building.
Made to rise the soul of people.
Now rotten into something evil.
Desecrated by the shadows of madness.
The darkness is waiting for me there:
I can feel the calling inside.
I can't hold it anymore.
Now I'm looking to this black gates.
The voices are whispering my name.
Inviting me to this unholy place.
I should'nt be here: Something has woken.
Scales and scars weave the skin.
Red eyes hunting my fear.
A box made of steel is waiting me.
With strange engraved signs.
Filthy creatures decorate the lid.
I must run away from here.
I've disturbed the light of this place.
Something evil is going to hunt me tonight.
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