3 acessos
Entering the pestilence cave
Going downstairs, chasing putrefaction smells
What encourages the decision to look for the ocult
A tiring trip with the meaning of a rewad
Rotten flesh is everywhere
Disfigured faces emerging from the walls
Pale woman pieces
Are bizzar inviters, impossible to deny
Such pervesion feeds this place
That seems to be testing the visitors
Creating alucinations and making them real
Floating eyes, observers
Something is beating counscience's door
In this stage, if you panic trying to escape
Running up, will be embranced and crushed by black tentacles
I, must keep going on
And voices are heard, voices from the depths
Calling for those, possessors of insanity
To walk among the absurd lords
Passing through death's darkness
Which is the portal of incoporation
Of the spirits of infernal madness