Sometimes red curtains fall
Before the act has headed for the wings
As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls...

Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark
Pressing on all sides with vertigo [bad word] from the quickest in the sickest abyss
My spirit's lifted by an angel of woe

dredged up dreadful past
Drags discordant thoughts my way
Unforgiven and driven to despair
I sense the mordant wraith Azazel
Standing there

Now the vision simmers
I spy a distant gleam
Racing ever closer
Through this persistent dream

And by its [bad word] glimmer
Writhing into sight
The [bad word] groping nightmares
That hide beside the light

Then a roar
And a voice like a pride of lions
Thunders from the maw
In a blackened mass
The creatures flee
Screaming bloody murder as
shining gateway opens for me

Death, the great adventure

At the peril of my soul
I [bad word] death, the great avenger

Spared this awful realm
Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk
Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed
Humana

I'm floating upward still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals
Two Manitcores that ward an ebon door
I muster that resolve, as the luminance dissolves
And I am [bad word] headlong before their venomous jaws
I am in darkness again
But here accursedness is vastly deeper

Unforgiven and given to torment
I am nothing
Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgment

This abyss, a voice
Where stripped of all but Self
One must wish to be destroyed
To pass on somewhere else

Beyond this pit of wicked shouts
Madness and fallacies
Aeons I failed to rail my doubts
Before fear left love saving me

Then a roar
And a voice like the clash or titans
Thunders from the maw
In a seething mass
The horrors flee
Screaming bloody murder as
shrouded sky opens immensely

Listen!
What eden shall arise
Abundant from the cliefs that stunt [bad word] #39;s
Redundant cries?

view of breathtaking beauty
Unveils, as the sun disperses
Perversities

Death, the great adventure

For the glory of my soul
I [bad word] death, the great avenger

The damaged man revives
With dawning [bad word]  this morning suits
The world I left [bad word] 
In exaltation, I find myself alive
Near death to steer a life longed [bad word] 

The sweet silver chord that keeps me more
I know that heaven sent her
From the cold to hold her face again
I rose from death, the great adventure