The Solace of Oblivion

From the earth, he draws strength.
Our earth.
Our strength.
Its surface blazes bright, masking shadows below.
Come, little ones. Savor your fear as we feast upon it!
Welcome death. Do not fight it.
Release your grip on hope.
Five keys to open our way. Five torches to light our path.
Flesh is his gift. He is your true creator.
The pain of flesh is fleeting. True torment lasts forever.