"Come ye travelers, if you dare,

For mercy never entered here.

The dead and deceased cry to Him to be fair

Do you honestly think there is naught to fear?

 

You've come far, young hero,

That much is clear,

But before you find the one ye love

A visa card must first be won.

 

For Lord Hades hates those that run amok,

Causing chaos in their wake,

And demands a sacrifice

Written down in blood and ink."