Endless Cage

I was a prisoner in endless rooms... Until I pushed open the door that wasn't supposed to be there. The note stained with divine blood contains a welcome message to me: 'Congratulations, the new warden...' 'Your prisoners are the fallen gods of the past' Judgment and dominance are my authority, and the endless cage is like an eternal nightmare. The church of this world holds high the banner of false gods and refines the entire city into an altar of advent; while the shadows deep in the mist are whispering, they say: "Master Warden, Mr. Prisoner..." "How long is your sentence?"