You've crossed the threshold.
You're walking through a hallway.
Mirrored walls and mirrored ceilings.
There are those voices again whispering in your head.
As you watch your reflections in a hundred mirrors
fear tells you: Turn around.
This is a maze with no way out.
But persuasion whispers: Go on,
go up those stairs into the inner sanctum.
Above the doorway a familiar writing:
«All hope abandon, ye who enter here!»
Compliantly you check your hope at the cloakroom.
You are approached by a clown.
Funny smile painted on a mournful face.
He's offering consolation.
You're not interested and this upsets him.
As you move on you hear him yell:
«God-damned Agnus Dei!»
Never mind.
Walk down the corridor.
As you pass a hundred doors you hear wheezing and groaning,
cries of pleasure from within.
You smell the scent of sin and naked skin.
Ah, that insatiable hunger for love!
Have you ever known happiness?
There's a memory you cling to.
It makes you surrender, but the lips you kiss are cold.
The eyes you read tell lies.
There's just one breath of air between Heaven and Hell.
Lesson learned.
Lesson ignored.
You've been deceived!
Story of your life.
You hate your reflection.
You break the mirror.
You walk through the broken glass.
And you're out on the street.
Over there's a church, a cathedral rather.
Seems the right place to go to.
Stone statues guard the portal.
Voices in the air: Redemption is drawing near.
The door's locked.
Never fight curiosity.
So you knock and rattle waking up the statues.
They actually start to move.
Whining, wailing.
They reach out for you.
Just before they can grab you,
the portal breaks open.
Red smoke from the inside billows over the floor.
Curiosity's got a mind of its own.
You take the plunge and enter the dark.
A bell rings.