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Decapitate the ungulate

Cut it deep, can you see

Travelling through places

Unknown to you and me

The walls of flesh are moving closer

The smiling faces turning rotten

In the temple of the nine

The unholy icons bleed

Magician's prayer just a sigh

The smoke of incense's rising higher

What is this monstrosity

That dwells in this dark reality?

Pools of blood are boiling high above my head

Dimensions of sleeping Gods unfolding

Visions of Daedric horror opening

The ancient horrors of Miscatonic kind are closing in