To the rear you see man’s bloody past
From where howls of agony echo still
And although man’s past could not last
History is written with a stabbing quill
Smeared on ruby hued and torn pages
From which sorrow exuded since ages
Murder, treason and limitless brutality
It’s the gory smell of mankind’s history

To the left you see a diversity of pain
That is intended to be inflicted on you
You were born to be abused and slain
Against which nothing anyone can do
The machinery of anguish is flawless
It’s a chronic bequest of the lawless
Onto the vulgar yet blameless breed
Meant to suffer the torment decreed

To the right you see the face of fear
Hypnotizing you into numb paralysis
It is aiming to penetrate and adhere
Not a possibility escapes its analysis
Fright never once miscalculated yet
Fear feels at home inside your head
It saturates each fibre of your being
Leaving not one prospect for fleeing

And in between where we now stand
Is captivated the momentary present
An instant you will never understand
When you think of it, it already went
To join the barbaric pain of the past
Your pitiful wit is casually outclassed
Simple to create chaos in your mind
Since you’re deaf, foolish and blind

Below you see the bottomless abyss
From where you feel fires' heat rise
The ache you currently suffer is bliss
Life is really nothing but elfish guise
Compared to the nick of hell below
Where each of you will certainly go
Take a good look at what awaits you
And enjoy the pain now hurting you

But first we must go to futures ahead
All of which seem horrid and obscure
None of which you do not direly dread
Still, I hope you enjoyed this little tour
Never mind the one direction ignored
It’s a place that will never be restored
There is nothing there but a lot of lies
Beyond those aloof and lazuline skies