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Chapter I: Dark

in its shadow, the old temple shows its age
Desolation and decay like a pall about the place
The gothic structure,
by rusty gate confined
A touch of the dimly sinister, which I cannot

Dark whispers, of superstition
From some unknown, gulf of night
What monstrous evil dwelt and left its mark,
shuttered the light?

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

The square is oddly quiet, the church overgrown
A few people in the distance, I a constable
He speaks of priestly warnings, foul things of gone past
And a cult that summoned evil, in dark days that last

Dark whispers, tales of
From unknown, vast gulf of night
What monstrous dwelt within and left its mark,
shuttered from the

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

The dark took root within the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes town folk go missing,
A mystery still
It a valiant priest to exorcise the beast
out the heretics, but some still believe
the evil lies in

Now I'm nearer to the church's iron gate
Missing provide me entrance to the temple and my fate
My is revealed by those 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 cellar window, passage to within the walls
I with my fear, but still I hear the call

II: Entry

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

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

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

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

Cobwebs the pews
The altar holds the of time
The cross of an faith,
in filth and grime
Into a vestry are shelves
of mildewed, books
Black, forbidden
of legend or

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

This was once the seat
of older than mankind
The they prove it
The local rumors had not

Characters and
on the page
Occult, and long
the darkest age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
of blackest magic,
darkest

Within a desk,
I find a small black
A book of entries
in ancient
I the symbols
from of study past
The small book I with me
The I must unmask

Am I the one to
the town's fear
left the church deserted
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to tread these halls
since the start of
and dark cultists'

III: The Ascent

Through the and silken webs
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the front
A reveals stairs
It with just one step
and leads to my

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

still proceeding,
in winding, steps
The show a city
in
Church tower above
I with bated breath
It all so unreal

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Shining

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

as if by magic,
Shining holds my gaze
I see worlds of great stone
Alien

Around the pillar a circle,
Seven gothic
and cryptic carvings
of unknown origin
The rock
the power to

Titan mountains, of wonder,
by a haze
Stirring in blackness,
hard to look away

Chapter V:

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

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

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

The priest of devil worship
and a box from Egypt's
It calls from the darkness
and is banished by the

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

1857, they it up by crystal gaze,
The cult of Starry
day by day

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

from the past reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy recalled
Message from the past, the is vast
Within the crystal stone, into the unknown

Too many years of disappearance
of the public finally sways
The is right for justice, retribution
All that's left are ghosts those dark days

The pulls me in again,
by far off worlds
Panic the spell
connection,
somehow our beings are
I feel it behind me,
The of the Dark

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