Woah
I read your story first, It greatly fit into the music, which I listened to as I read the story. Everything definately fit in perfect with your story, as I must have read it at the same rate of the music's progression. However, I am going to attempt to write a completely different story...sheerly for the fun of it ;).
(hopefully to go along with the entire linked-stories theory I've been conjuring up).
A band of heros and horoienes aproach a labrynth, which is shrowded in a fog that even the swords and axes of our friends couldn't cut through. This fog..is a dark one, concealing only what the band fears, and nothing they would enjoy to say the least. The doors creak open as the group approaches, for someone, or something knows that they have arraived. The main room that they enter is a dark, sinisterly lit room.
Out of nowhere, the doors slam with a force only reckoned by evil. A sinister laughing takes course as the room fills with an aura that weakens the friends very spirit...something was there. As the heart sunken warriors scan for the hidden evil, their hearts sink, but for a reason undefined.
It appears, a man...shrouded in a black reaper-like cloak, or in hatred...our group cannot tell, for their senses have gone into sheer adreneline due to the unwelcomed visitor. The face of this villain is covered by a mask...one of sinister looks, as it is of metal...has eyeslits that are of the same kind as you would see the red eys of a demon through, but they were emmiting something dark and evil, a smoke if you will. The mouth had the same look as that of a wraith...undefined and hellish.
It lays out a first blow of an dark, psychic force that blows all of the heros onto their backs...but they recover with a roll, and counter attack simultaneously. The evil is taken back by the force, and seems to eraticate, but only for enough of a moment to be able to catch the heros off-gaurd.
Everything now seems to be racing as the two sides exchange blows, but the evil is unrelenting and seems to be unfazed by the attempts of our heros to stop it. It menacingly strikes having more power then the combined efforts of our friends...but it didn't have something that our group did...they were fighting for their lost companions, who seemed to be the only ones actually weakening the beast. A light shines through the stain glass windows at the menace, and it smokes with a bloodcurdling laugh...the last laugh it would have...or so we thought. With a glass breaking shreik our heros are knocked completely out of what they know as reality and enter a place of distortion, distortoin made for dreams, and nightmares. "A place of Nightmares" if you will...as it has no boundries, no reality...and..no hope.
And with that I end my story in hopes that another piece somewhere along the way will let me finish it. I hope it linked with the other stories that I believe are portrayed.
Also, this song is one of, if not the most epic pieces you have written to date, I LOVE IT.
5/5 and should stay at 5 for as long as the tales you can tell keep being told. Don't know what else can be said other then, I LOVE IT.