Stumbling through a catacomb a group has lost their way
Unwary with their every step they venture into a cavern
A boulder falls into place sealing their only exit
Trapped inside this darkened room they all begin to panic
Within the dark they hear a sound of an unfamiliar voice
Into the light they see a figure dressed in a hooded gown
His face is masked by the cast shadow from his drawn hood
As he speaks his voice it crackles like that of a frail being
He addresses each by their name, assures them they will know
Who he is and how he knows their future he will reveal
Their suspense progresses on
As silence fills the room
And their minds race in wonder
Who is this? figure in black
Each person has a heart of obsessive spiteful urge
Ready to inflict harm to whom they resent
They'll soon fulfill their scheme and satisfy their spite
Contempt will retain their fate and render their demise
This figure speaks not the future rather of the past
This group gathered here are all among the dead
He's a guardian to the gate of the place confining them
The domain for punished souls the depths of the abyss