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  • #Archaeology #dungeon #medieval #Leicester #prison

    https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/archaeology/a68041907/marketplace-medieval-dungeon/
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    Archaeologists Dug Under a Marketplace and Found a Medieval Dungeon
    The dungeon was described in mid-16th century writings as “a most vile prison.”
    Dark Love
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  • Vampyrouss - "All Roads Lead To You" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal]

    Lyrics:
    The burden of days and the sprawling nights
    In the silence of solitude there is no place to hide
    From the past and its sins, the reflections within
    The ravaging tides of time leave me gnarled, indistinct

    The tolling bells of years gone by
    Echo in the distance every chime
    A shrill reminder of those once dulcet tones
    Such goodness wrenched away from these fragile bones

    But how the beaten organ can still sputter a pulse
    For those moments in the sun, the thrill of the hunt
    Oh spare me from nostalgia and her accursed front
    Which may rend me man again for a taste of this spell that is spun

    Around the cobwebbed coves of the darkest side
    Midst the dank dungeon dregs of a derelict mind
    Which sheathe my feats from the driving gale
    Make swift my end like those I once assailed

    Prey, we come closer with every breath
    Brought slowly back together by encroaching death
    The lurker in the shadows, sole victor of this game
    Set in motion by vengeance now recalled as shame

    The scapegoat still bleats I grind my jagged hooves
    Head hung low, drunk with power, bemused
    A mere pawn led to march in this terrible war
    Revenge a crueller mistress than ever accredited for...

    This hall of shame bears down on me
    As it crumbles from the inside out
    I can barely breathe

    It all begins to tumble down
    The edges blur
    And then the pain subsides
    I succumb to a sedated numbness
    Until the next time
    I choose to close my weary eyes

    The arrows turned, the swords repel
    I throw the flag
    And set sail for the end
    In flames I swear this sinking ship
    Will be dashed to the depths
    And never found

    Torture artist not my chosen nom de plume
    But this sordid desolation of my creation
    Holds to this unspeakable truth
    There is no place to flee, no haven
    There are no more roads to roam
    When all the paths inevitably
    Still lead back to You

    The musings of a madman on the edge
    Still reeling from the feeding of the basest needs
    My curse, this lover's pledge
    And so it ends, this embittered tale
    All the dragons slain, the piper paid
    Now doomed I walk alone
    On this scorched earth…

    Lyrics by Kazraine Maars.
    Music by Azrael Gexen.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5vK9sWKgi4
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