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Ashen hands descend upon the Preacher

As the tide tightly grips the shore

Blood trails from the necropolis

To search for their next victim’s door

Screams harmonize with joyous howling

The Ghouls delight in human gore

Some flee to the outer darkness

Unbeknownst these stalkers traversed there before!

“As the Lord departed life

with naught but blood to clothe him

So shall you”

Our ravenous cries of delight

shall henceforth be esteemed

The only song

Befitting of the moon”