"I never lived elsewhere Than in dimensions of fear. My spirit is enthroned in the land Of the silent moving shadows. Where a deep red fountain Keeps a thousand lakes of blood. And the stairways to nowhere Are the only hope That remains to the souls... In this eternal realm of pain. This is the only place I can remember In my ancient existence. And the gate, I am. Here it's not a question Of life and death anymore, But of torment and despair. Here lie bodies Of unnameable kinds, Tortured by soulless demons ...and worse... Goodness reflects the light, And evil, bears the seeds Of all darkness. These are the mirrors of the soul, The reflections of the mind. So choose well, wanderer, For here lurk truth and damnation. It belongs to you And your imagination."