Chamber of Lost Hope

Through the withered vines of a rotting forest The ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries Still trapped within time Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge Holding the key to unlock the future Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood A time where nobility ruled with an iron fist Glory for the strong Death for the weak Through the walls of stone In a chamber of lost hope Not touched by the light Lies the path to our fate Our destiny Our calling To the blacker future we create