In the silence of the night, a chilling tale is spun,
Of Disc 11, where horrors await, when the day is done.
A haunting melody, a broken refrain,
Echoes of madness, driving all sane.
In the depths of Minecraft's darkest crypts,
Lies the record of terror, where reality slips.
A story untold, a darkened past,
Whispers of anguish, too haunting to last.
As the disc spins, its eerie tune,
Unravels secrets, beneath the moon.
A tale of woe, of fear and fright,
Captured in notes, piercing the night.
Listen closely, but beware the dread,
For within its sounds, lies what's best left unsaid.
Disc 11, a relic of the cursed,
Unveils the horrors that leave souls dispersed.
So heed this warning, and approach with care,
The legend of Disc 11, a nightmare to bear.
In the depths of Minecraft's cryptic lore,
Its chilling melody echoes forevermore.
