Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of hallsLest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reapHe must n’er become a slave to this Child’s beck and callFor she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep:
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of hallsLest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reapHe must n’er become a slave to this Child’s beck and callFor she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep: