Dies Irae

Amongst creations of our dreams
Maze of Zin exist for ages
The enter for the gate is silver
It is your light, defence and guide
All thou looking for in life
Everything is lost in Zin
Great hall hidden for profanes
The throne hewn is stone
Might was right and shall it beIf it is your wish
The maze of Zin has lot of portals
Which leads thou to other spheres
Where no time, shape or colour dwells
Path to R'lyeh can be found