The Nightmarish Dominion

Deeply in the shadows, where tragedies lie,

There is an always black world.

a dismal kingdom where the spirits of the lost cry,

Enmeshed in the misery's plague.

Like skeletal hands, twisted branches clutch the air beneath a sky of sable hues, refusing to let hope to bloom there.

In its chambers, shadows move.

To a constant suffering rhythm,

In this world where suffering rules, a sad, grotesque romance.

Mourned cries abound in the air.

A eulogy for optimism that has died over a protracted length of time; misery's terrible road is walked beneath the starless heavens.

No sun will cut the darkness; no dawn will break this never-ending night.

All hearts are meant for tragedy here, in the close grip of suffering.

Thus, move carefully, wandering spirit, who dares to approach; Your heart will stop in dread in this realm of the blackest coal.