Dark Gate
The Dark Gate (or alternatively Dark Portal, Hungarian: Sötétkapu) is a tunnel located under the artificial slopes of Castle Hill near St. Adalbert's Basilica in Esztergom, Hungary.
The tunnel is 90 metres long and follows the line of the castle's former eastern walls. The entire tunnel is vaulted and built in Neo-classical style.
History
Construction of the Dark Gate started in 1824 by Alexander Rudnay, Archbishop of Esztergom, two years after the foundation stones of St. Adalbert's Basilica were laid. It became known as Dark Gate due to the lack of lighting. The main purpose of the tunnel was to directly connect the Canonic houses with the Seminary, but it also connects the Szentgyörgymező neighborhood with downtown Esztergom. Above the southern entrance, a Latin sign carved in red marble commemorates Archbishop Rudnay and the year of construction: "PRINCEPS PRIMAS ALEXANDER A RUDNA MDCCCXXIV" ("Prince Primate Alexander Rudnay 1824"). From both sides of the tunnel, a huge 3700 m² wine cellar opens, where the wines of the Archdiocese of Esztergom were kept.
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The gate
by: ThundraListen to the step taking you further towards something you know will make your agony sustain
Against your own knowledge the sound and smells react like repulsive hits to your mind
You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself
You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Surrounded by it all it's hard to keep the guard up, swallow the anger
Like running into a wall voluntary, head first
As time decays your inside, your weakness grows
Tired ripples that grows without control
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Closely following your desperate attempt of denial
The hold witch makes the pain flow free
It tastes your squandering twitches
Like a foul thought that just wont leave your mind
Strangely it hits you like a surprise every time
Like pebbles of tears, your eyes cry
The familiar sense of reprisals
Been here before, welcome to decya
Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again
My soul will not take anymore of the agony to come
Been here before, welcome to decya
Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again
The sarcastic look of the hordes passing you by
Like faces of smoke they shape to the thing you fear the most
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Pulsating, inside of it all
Swarming through your whole being
Black holes, like denial in a wake world
The taste of it all
What to become in the end?
Is there an answer to it all?
Can it be won?