In the depths of time’s hidden vault,
Unearthed from the earth’s ancient fault,
Centuries-old ‘Soyjak’ masks emerge,
Tales of terror, the past’s cruel surge.

Exposing grim stories of torture untold,
Unveiling secrets from days of old,
These masks, a window to a haunting past,
Revealing horrors that forever last.

Carved faces twisted in agony’s grip,
Eyes that speak of a harrowing trip,
Through realms of pain, of torment deep,
A shocking secret from history’s keep.

The ‘Soyjak’ masks, a chilling sight,
Echoes of screams in the dead of night,
Each line, each mark, a tale of woe,
From an era shrouded in sorrow’s shadow.

Terrifying whispers from a bygone age,
Unveiling a truth that sets the stage,
For a world rocked by a ghastly reveal,
A shockwave felt, a wound that won’t heal.

These masks, witnesses to a darkened past,
Reminders of horrors that forever last,
Tales of torture etched in their form,
A legacy of pain, of a world forlorn.

As the globe learns of this eerie find,
The ‘Soyjak’ masks, a story unkind,
A reminder of humanity’s darkest side,
In the masks’ silence, the truth can’t hide.

May these unearthed relics, with tales so stark,
Serve as a warning, a light in the dark,
To remember the past, its lessons clear,
In the ‘Soyjak’ masks, history’s mirror.