My Course Is Set For An Uncharted

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

The Infernal Storm, Eternal In Its Rage, Sweeps And Drives The Spirits With Its Blast; It Whirls Them, Lashing Them With Punishment. When They Are Swept Back Past Their Place Of Judgment Then Come The Shrieks, Laments, And Anguished Cries; There They Blaspheme God's Almighty Power.

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

Midway In Our Life's Journey, I Went Astray From The Straight Road And Woke To Find Myself Alone In A Dark Wood.