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The pulsating stars, in pallid glyphs

Write the grimoire of the ever-night;

Words of power, etched in a black and seething sky;

A spectral wind whispers of a distant dirge

And reeks of offerings the dead despise

For they don’t have a mouth… nor have they eyes

To see what lies behind!

The membrane that seals this dank

Sarcophagus where the silence reigns supreme,

And all screams fade to nothingness…

Clawing from the other side

The living try to reach

The staring dead starving for life

And spells to bind fast

Their mutilated forms in the fathomless dark…

Let this be my strength – for no one weeps for me beyond

This wall; despair, whets for me a knife

To cleave a path up to the world above –

Where all that’s left for me is the taste of revenge

Prayers stolen from lips

Shall be my trembling magian light

Inside the dark that holds enthralled

Irkala KAr…

Corpses all around me stare with hands proffering gifts…

Go, now; raise an obsidian wall inside you;

Thought damned, you still can yearn for thy return:

Call out that name the dead won’t say aloud

The seal of judgment is now erased!

The silence breaks, the tower quakes and falls;

Something awakes - death approaches in the dark