Of cobwebs and secrets told
An empty chair, a rusty tub
Slowly, horror began to unfold
But they were disbelieving, too logical
A collection of both souls and bones
All things fragile that they hold.
Creaking stairs and inhuman moans
Beware the Infantata. It can kill.
Chained to this dark, dark place
Don’t you dare step inside
They’ll break you in horrifying ways
But you’ll be drawn in; you’ll cry out too late
There is no rest for the wicked
This place is wicked
And evil and bile. And forever.
*image source: Mega-tron