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From Southern currents

The hallowed icon drifted ashore

Lifted to lips and brought to life

Made to sound for astral and earthly

Hurried away to the sacred parlor

Inscribed by the left hand

Shining of gold as would the Sun

But no light would touch the conch again

Mages in cloaks of black

Formed the circle

Uttering strange words from distant past

Nine pillars of irregular height

Formed the spire

Lowering the golden shell into shadow

Pools of fire!

When the tide is calm

A path is revealed

The key is hidden

Sigils to open the stone

Carry the sword below

Into the uncanny flames

If worthy ye be

Wield thy blade

Part the veil

Of heat and flame

Touch not with the right

But face the West

Sound thee thrice

From within the chest

"Upon the sands

The creatures stir

And still waters begin to rage

And from the depths

of that unholy cave

The Master calls Him forth..."