To whom does your heart belong, my love?
I used to ask him and never doubt
Isn't there more to the world than this
Surpassing the limits we found out
Rather more stone than fire or ice
We found it's true that Hell can be nice
Heaven was no sooner sought then found
no need to die we never left ground
im my lover's arms and he in mine
world of two we managed fine
but banality intruded
a society deluded
more there had to be
pluralist cosmology
One man, one woman, us all we need
but after death what happens then
answers to these questions there must be
I would die for you, just tell me when
no, said my love, rather live for me
So I lived, and so we searched for years
and in only two we found the box
only chains and hooks and pain and tears
if you did believe in all the lore
of course we had heard it all before
and so never did we try to solve
the LeMarchand configuration
proof enough of other life it stood
soon in future days
we discovered other ways
safer for our souls and tender skin
With Hell we have made an agreement
we're not allowed to let it be known
keep undiscovered the way we went
if you want to, find out on your own
so we went off on a vacation
through the realm of pain and damnation
I don't intend this to believed
not all of Hell does bad as it can
we were received as guests are received
and talked to cenobites man to man
Seek your heaven in the flesh they said
worry about death when you are dead
such sights we saw as sights to be shown
the Lover's Hell (which led us to pause)
it could be us there one day (well known)
Atrocity Garden, the Wall of Saws
under the ebony diamond's gaze
I knew the darkest depths of my mind
and saw, though shrouded in ebon haze
the ultimate purpose of mankind
such dark information was at hand
more than human mind could safely stand
though long it seemed I can safely say
the time we spent was less than a day
as we left they called my love from me
for a request; he refused their task
he would not tell me but I could see
he was shaken by what they had asked
To leave Hell we at last succeeded
to the next goal we then proceeded
the worlds far from the walls of Hell
of which neither books nor movies tell
Not so easy was the realm to leave
as we went it seemed we'd lost our way
the cause far to simple to perceive
Hell was built so those who came would stay
we had been warned of the dire risk
from those in these outlying regions
like the Cabal of the Xaolisk
who had been warring with Hell's legions
we fell victim anyway and saw
more of man than cenobite their looks
Xaolisks not bound by Order's law
and by innate chaos safe from hooks
Three, and Thirty-Six, and Seventeen
held me still with seven-fingered grip
of steel, intricate as I had seen
I felt bones snap and heard my skin rip
tearing inside, breaking of my arm
In the arms of Thirty-Six I bled
it was worse than any fleshly harm
watching as my lover turned and fled
Pursue him, Thirty-Six ordered Three
then he turned back to me and was stopped
I was not in any shape to flee
I laid and watched from where I was dropped
as the Xaolisks fought
the outcome mattered not
With my love gone all I wanted was the end
Then did come Wire, and Stoke, and one
so far from the cenobitic norm
as if some sculptor had in him done
metal parody of human form
no flesh to be seen on it, only
behind crystal breast beat human heart
Sanguin made a pass with iron hands
by blood Thirty-Six was torn apart
in four large pieces he did then fall
the other two fled but that was all
I knew