Insidious place of archaic evil Forest of the Elder Gods awakened The Ancient ones return to this unholy place In the freezing mist that surrounds the trees Frost fingers touch our shivering hearts Gazing into the miserable pale moon Catatonic and alone In this horrid place we die tonight Dormant now awake, dead but alive Polyglot shrille wail primitive omens Frightened souls are wrenched from our bodies Hearts bleed black blood Consume our souls our flesh is now flayed As demons to ram the Kandarian wastes Fickle pages on a lifeless book Flesh inked with opaque sanguine script Majestic omnipotent book ordained to rule Return to dormancy as the sun filters through the trees It burns away the blackness Our salvation comes from within Dormant now awake, dead but alive Polyglot shrille wail primitive omens Frightened souls are wrenched from our bodies Hearts bleed black blood
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