Mamorlis - Asterion

Portals and chambers and hall with no end
Eternally bound to the garden maze
The labyrinth: This realm, perhaps made by myself
I've ventured a time, returning that eve
Children cried, people fled, gathered stones meant for me
One poor soul fled beneath the sea
Half a man, half a bull, made of godly seed
Called mad, misanthrope, an arrogant being

Touring my grounds, I charade with my guest
Another Asterion
Courts, mangers, cisterns, fountains
infinite in number, yet I know them all
I charge as bull, tumble to the ground
I hurl from a rooftop, bloodied and bashed
Nine mine come to slay me every ninth year
I'll use their dead forms to furnish my rooms

I hear another nine in search of their prey
I beg this time that my redeemer has come
Rising from the dust to send me from this place
If only I could hear all of the rumbling of the world