Father of the Abyss

We contort mankind
And we rend the very fabric of human nature
(IN THIS ROOM)
We take a man from his slumber and subject him to
Creative forms of torture that the witches of Ooalacile concocted for his
primeval soul
(IN THIS ROOM)
The father of the abyss was born
Deep within the confines of his cell, he was driven mad
He lost his humanity and sought the broken pendant
Eternally seeking
THE ABYSS WILL CONSUME US ALL
EEEERGH
I, the chosen undead, have been tasked with his slaying
I have died a thousand times and yet I live
Where Artorias has failed
I will finish it, I WILL FINISH IT
I have died a thousand times and yet I live
I have died a thousand times and yet I live
BREEEEEE
ERGH
We will see how this ends
I must traverse the fog gate
And stand on the precipice of
DOOM AND SALVATION
BLLLEEEEUGH
YEEEERGGH
His grasp wraps around my form
I fight my way out, getting to my feet
I stare into the blackness
His red eyes stare back menacingly
Lashing out we both collide
In a dual of fate
Who will die?
I will determine eternity