Emilie Autumn - The Asylum (Story/Indro)

This was made before there was official lyrics. This was all done by ear. ===================================== And when I looked out I saw that we were heading fast upon a series of iron gates set in stone wickedly arched and crowned with tall spikes But what on earth knew completely was beyond the gates A set of doors Have been wooden pointed arched towering higher then any entrance any building I have ever seen Crossed with iron bars and feathered with heavy bolts The doors were set in a great wall that appeared to be protecting whatever waited inside So paralyzed by the sight in before me I did not notice that we had driven past the first of the three spiked gates guarding access to the door until I heard it crashing to a close behind us (Where am I?) The short drive onward and we were at the second gate I turned to look behind me and saw the gates closing one after another by power of unseen hands or simply three years of habit of were accustomed were to be close when opened Were these gates erected for protection of this great establishment for the security of these honorable administers of magical medicine Were these prison bars meant to keep intruders out, or to keep it's inhabitants in? With each turn of the wheel that brought me closer to the last gate I tried harder to drown out the answer to my question with whatever music that I could conjure into my head Approaching the third I began to lose my grasp on reality I imagined we were going in circles Driving through the same gate over and over again Endlessly circling As though there were a certain number of rotation that must be completed before access to this unknown world was granted to us I thought of the lock the cabinet in my muse masters studies the one with four lettered plates that had to be rotated in an imbedded amount and a-lined in a perfect secret order before it would open I had once, unlocked it I felt dizzy and much too warm the wind screamed around the carriage the wheels rattled And though the gate was close ahead we seemed to be eternally racing towards it Making no progress A bird something like a raven but a great deal larger Soared overhead and admitting a great metallic into the blackening sky circled around the ever approaching gate As it did so I caught sight of the sharp spikes breathing in the pumbling rain Still galloping at full speed I heard the muffled squeals of what sounded like a swarm of insects Looking out I swore saw, though I did not believe my eyes at the time, a great pack of rodents perhaps a hundred perhaps more sleek furry bodies skimming the earth leaping over each other black eyes sparkling A quivering mass they swarm over the copal stone Like one creature Squiving, spilling into water and infecting it with deep black in seconds How they were able to keep up with the horses mystified me And when the swarm disbursed And shot on ahead of us they darted in and out beneath wheels the carriage And around the horses hammering hooves yet were never trampled I followed them with my eyes as they melted together again and slipped beneath the gate to the other sight like a gush of dark water the tide coming in It was all so ghastly so intoxicating my body convulsed into quivering waves somewhere in-between horror and wild anticipation and then the final gate having closed behind us We were at the ultimate prefaces at last Three Two One The doors began to open There was an awful grinding of metal A clashing of loosened chains And with the sky seeming to come down around us It appeared The Asylum