Through sulfurous mists and crimson haze,
Twisted spires pierce endless night,
Where tortured souls in endless maze
Writhe beneath unholy light.
Obsidian peaks touch bleeding skies,
Their jagged teeth tear through the gloom,
While far below, the damned arise
From chambers deep in earth's cursed womb.
Rivers flow with liquid flame,
Burning bridges built of bone,
Each crossing whispers secret shame
To those who wander here alone.
The wind screams secrets never told,
Of ancient sins and buried grief,
While shadows dance through caverns cold,
Where time itself finds no relief.
Here mountains walk on crooked legs,
And forests burn but never die,
The poison rain forever begs
For mercy from a vacant sky.
In valleys carved by demon's claws,
Where hope dissolves like morning dew,
The very ground defies nature's laws,
As nightmare visions prove too true.
Deep in pits of endless pain,
Where agony reigns pure and stark,
No soul escapes its binding chain,
No light survives within the dark.
For those who walk these burning plains
Are damned to wander evermore,
Trapped within these cursed domains,
Where peace exists no more.
