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Chapter I: Dark

Standing in its shadow, the old shows its age
Desolation and decay hang like a pall about the
The gothic structure,
by padlocked rusty gate
A touch of the sinister, which I cannot define

Dark whispers, tales of
From some unknown, vast of night
What monstrous evil dwelt within and its mark,
shuttered the light?

Legends are evoked, fear of locked away
behind the darkest
Some things are better to rest in peace,
Alone in the blackness

The square is oddly quiet, the yard overgrown
A few people in the distance, I approach a
He speaks of priestly warnings, foul of days gone past
And a cult that summoned evil, in dark that didn't last

Dark whispers, tales of
From unknown, vast gulf of night
What evil dwelt within and left its mark,
from the light?

Legends are evoked, fear of something locked
the darkest door
Some things are left to rest in peace,
Alone in the forevermore

The dark sect took root the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes town would go missing,
A mystery still
It a valiant priest to exorcise the beast
Drive out the heretics, but still believe
the evil in wait

Now I'm edging nearer to the iron gate
Missing bars provide me entrance to the temple and my
My trespass is revealed by who make the cross
They slowly back away, as if they know the

the rot and tangles I search for entryway
Doors locked, I walk the path around the blockade
A window, passage to within the church's walls
I struggle with my fear, but I hear the call

II: Entry

the dark,
I let myself down to the concrete
Within the vast of dense shadows,
my courage I
A black archway to the
to the upper floor
I climb the worn steps
The I deplore

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales came to
Strange feelings, upon me,
a malignant presence I describe

I fumble light,
A blind man feeling with his
Stopped by a door
in as black as night
Pushed to a corridor,
dimly lit my do glance
The hall revealed,
through stained glass rays of

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales to life
Strange feelings, upon me,
a presence I can't describe

Cobwebs the pews
The holds the dust of time
The cross of an faith,
adorned in filth and
a vestry room are shelves
of mildewed, rotting
Black, forbidden
of legend or

as any imagining,
as if my tales came to life
Strange feelings, upon me,
a malignant presence I can't

This place was once the
of evil older mankind
The they prove it
The rumors had not lied

Characters and
on the printed
Occult, and forgotten
from the age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
Books of magic,
echelon

Within a desk,
I find a black book
A record book of
in cryptograph
I the symbols
from days of study
The small book I take me
The code I unmask

Am I the one to
the town's pervasive
that left the church
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to tread these hallowed
since the start of
and dark cultists'

Chapter The Ascent

Through the dust and webs
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the entrance
A door stairs
It begins just one step
and leads to my

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

still proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The show a city
in
Church lies above
I with bated breath
It all seems so

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

a few more steps,
to end epic quest,
a few more steps
Just a few steps

Chapter IV: The Trapezohedron

At last I the summit,
The has no chime
I see a pillar center lined
A box atop,
outside time and space
Within a shining crystal, black as

as if by magic,
Shining holds my gaze
I see of great stone towers
terrain

Around the pillar a circle,
gothic chairs
and carvings alien
Hieroglyphs of origin
The rock
the power to

mountains, worlds of wonder,
clouded by a
in vague blackness,
struggling to look away

Chapter V:

My eyes are away,
a in tattered suit of grey
A steeple as a
How did he meet doom?
He wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in bone white
The past his pages
Mystery of the church's darkest
Professor Enoch buys the church
Back from Egypt, so the curse

1848, ten disappeared,
Stories of sacrifice
are on the air

Spectres from the past to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy rites
Message the past, the conspiracy is vast
Within the stone, into the great unknown

The warns of devil worship
and a box from ruins
It calls something from the
and is banished by the

Some claim the shows them heaven
and The of the Dark tells secrets in some way
They the Haunter forth from void of blackness
Only light can send it back from whence it

1857, call it up by crystal gaze,
The cult of Wisdom
day by day

Some claim the crystal shows them
and The Haunter of the tells secrets in some way
They call the forth from void of blackness
Only light can send it back from it came

Spectres from the past reduced to and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy rites
from the past, the conspiracy is vast
Within the crystal stone, into the unknown

Too many years of mystery
Opinion of the finally sways
The time is right for justice,
All that's left are ghosts from those days

The crystal me in again,
entranced by far off
Panic the spell
connection,
somehow our are entwined
I it there behind me,
The of the Dark

I slam the lid on the shining crystal stone
I movement from above, I know I'm not alone
A monster in the steeple, I for my life
I run the church and into the night
Back to the central streets of my home
Away from nightmare, nevermore to Federal Hill