Abode of the Deceiver

He who sought to hold the sword of clarity before he was cleansed Trapt in the center of the morphing labyrinth A heart impure lusting for power now Entombed and buried In a sarcophagus of hate, rage, and confusion Eater of fear, the progenitor of demon hoards Deceiver of himself Cyrix еnters knowing the blade hе carries For his form was merely a cage Cast in the fire of hate and fear Beyond the gates of amnesia In a maze of infinite corridors Shifting their shape Carving the flesh of the dead The walls seem to move on their own Out they crawl, the hoards of living dissolution Cryix sees the pain in their eyes so he slays them and leaves them to rest Enter the dark realms That which is in the heavens also lies within the earth Let the light of courage be your lantern A gleaming paradox seated on the throne of worth Phobius lurches forth to assail the light and it's open form In the center of the maze there was the king of fear and pain His only language is to maim Raising the blade of light and truth Freeing the one enslaved from his aeonic curse