The Halls Of Madness by Dethlehem
Falling through to what must seem an abyss
Arising to his feet he saw a grand display
Halls made of marble white, home to a royal family
Yet it's underground, there is not a sound
There is no king, no queen, no one among these walls,
they lost their fucking minds
Bovice do you remember me
I know what happened of your family
Have you not recognized this place?
Take a look around
your true birthplace you have found
Underneath this burial ground, which you are now bound
And through these halls, he walked among them
And the distain of bloodstain, reminded him of painful
memories
Behold this hall of mirrors, for they hold your true
form
Hold steadfast from them
And look upon your own lore
The truth you must discover
Has already formed
Cannot escape your past now
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