The seekers

Into the soul of darkness
Go the mouths of babes

Into the belly of the beast
Beyond the bowels of despair

Seaching for the golden grail
To bring peace to their dying land

The enemy lies in wait
To devour any light that
Dares to glisten in grandeur

Noxious fumes spread
Ripping every breath away
Visions of concentration camps
Tear through the seekers minds

The urge to abolish their journey
Is only outweighed by their
Desperate hunger for peace and freedom

There are no rules in the shadow lands
Kill or be killed
Is the only truth

Dead and dying trees
Overhung the path
Surrounded by swamplands
Of floating bodies and burning gas

Far in the distance
Inside the cavernous Mt. Lucifer
Lay the golden grail

Behind great doors
Decorated with the heads
And bodies who have gone before

If the seekers were frightened
They did not let it show

They sludged to the door
Pushed on by an unearthly presence
Slinging the door wide
To finally claim the treasure
For which they had came

Everlasting peace
Beyond mortal comprehension
All contained within
The power of the grail

And lo and behold...
Their eyes grew wide
And from its contents
They could not hide

A great booming voice
Came down from above...
"Wake up, son, wake up!
You're having a nightmare, wake up!"

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