Abode of the Deceiver
He who sought to hold the sword of clarity before he was cleansed
Trapt in the center of the morphing labyrinth
A heart impure lusting for power now
Entombed and buried
In a sarcophagus of hate, rage, and confusion
Eater of fear, the progenitor of demon hoards
Deceiver of himself

For his form was merely a cage
Cast in the fire of hate and fear
Beyond the gates of amnesia
In a maze of infinite corridors
Shifting their shape

Cyrix еnters knowing the blade hе carries
Carving the flesh of the dead
The walls seem to move on their own
Out they crawl, the hoards of living dissolution
Cryix sees the pain in their eyes so he slays them and leaves them to rest

Enter the dark realms
That which is in the heavens also lies within the earth
Let the light of courage be your lantern
A gleaming paradox seated on the throne of worth
Phobius lurches forth to assail the light and it's open form
In the center of the maze there was the king of fear and pain
His only language is to maim

Raising the blade of light and truth
Freeing the one enslaved from his aeonic curse