This morbid resting place is
The blood crypt of lingering souls.
Apparitions loom in darkness
Forsaken souls tell of past woes
Seeking closure
Peer through the clouded darkness, bare witness to the entity in the void.
Look upon what mortals cannot see, yet has been in plain sight this whole time
Reality has been forced upon you, The truth will imprison your mind.
The high council of Orzhov will have no time for you
Their verdict has been reached, your eyes now open to A malevolent maiden dressed in white;
Her Pale eyes stare straight through your soul.
Her warm touch soothes you as your lulled into her caress, drained of essence you now lie cold.
Your perception of living and dead has been shattered by things you have seen.
Peel from reality, the essence that controlled your mortal form.
A tormented soul wandering aimlessly seeking a place to call home.
Death is all life has had in store for you.
Embrace the end, my dear friend, your time is through.
Your time on earth has passed, and no one remembers your name.
Souls fade to oblivion; corpse festers and rots in the grave.
Hear the cold cries of souls wash over you.
Face the end, dearest friend, your time is through.
All the affairs that pertain to the living have an undying link to the kingdom of the dead.
You'll find that pieces of your mind go missing when you get lost within your own head.