The gates are open
No escaping
I cannot bear this atmosphere any longer
It drives me crazy
The omnipresent death
Smell of rotten flesh
I can hear them scream
No more honor to be established
No more choice, no more will
Everyone is struck with the same inevitable fate
Forever to suffer or forever to live in riches
This fine line that divides us all
The thirst of blood is dominating their thoughts
They no longer are
But serve as phantoms of Hades
The gate of the dead
Protected by a three-headed hound
A border between life and death
Just a mere shadow of their original appearance
Forgotten everything they ever knew
Only living in pain and agony
This monstrous creature
Guarding the exit of the ones that once came as men
Devouring all men who try to escape
Forced on this one-way path
Free us
Help us
From this
Violent
Misery
Teiresias our only hope and savior
Guide us to the long-sought secret
A gifted sword to slay our god and oppressor
I hope I do not lose my mind before my duty is done