Through a plateau myriad The structures reach Like a transdimensional plague Something we never did confront But stand affected of A grand sewer that swallowed Our race aeons ago We reflect it's grandeur While fading Into that darkness We reflect it's grandeur While fading Into the downward spiral The deep end of the structure The fourth quarter of impatience As our worlds are infected Like we weren't parasites ourselves Through a myriad worlds of hell The conclusion is sent As an act of mercy Of in disgust We are impatient to receive "Hellworlds, a bowl of black, i bathe and baptise Is it enough to enter the hellworlds, to extinction Heroism is cowardice, your virtues your demise Rotting and a half, Battle army of flamemolded giants Endless harm, revelation of an apocalypse Above i see the old man, and above i see the horns Hell is here, and you'd rather be somewhere else The downward spiral, rather tempting"