Chamber Of Agony

Onward toward the western hills, to the Red Lake Of Agathar
Hauling weapons from the cryptic forge, tot he soldiers of Secartha
The final stage of our journey home, to the black gates of our castle
One thing stands in our way, the Valley Of Fire

Carved by the elder gods, with their scathing eyes of sorrow
Warned by her prophecy, we stand guard for all attacks

The path is blocked, eroded by cascading magma
With no escape, forced through the passagеway

The door slams shut, creeping through the moonstone halls
Thе end awaits, a monolith of enduring struggle

As I engage the stone, we descend to the tomb below
A crypt of boundless skulls, the chamber of agony

A sweltering hell of ancient bones, with an altar of obsidian
Through the eyes of thousand heads, a vile creature now revealed

The serpent lord, hybrid beast with the tail of flame
Torched to death, falling victim to its scornful wrath

We fight through opposing odds, dodging blows of mystic power
The final strike, its tail now severed
Blood drips from the sword of wisdom, now impaled between its eyes

As we climb the stairs of death, we arise upon a cloud of smoke
Gazing past the opaque waters, born from a blood soaked sky