Death invades me, my soul is disturbed like chains with thorns upon the shadow that walks in fear, wandering with tears and sorrow in the darkness, a castle blooming with blasphemy, pain, and mystery.
And there it was, before the threshold, a door that opens, and there were those diabolical creatures with tentacles, with a thousand eyes, and each creature spoke to you; "Give me your soul, give me your life, I am your worst nightmare."
Human flesh tears apart, my fear invades me, fear becomes like candle wax, the more heat it gets, the more fear it represents in the darkness, my soul melts, and everything ceases to be what it once was, a person, only death and shadow I breathe.
