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Draped in mist and fire light, sacrificial blood drips into the pit.

Nightshade, accept this offering. Open gateways for katabasis.

Breath of the north wind, steer my will.

Traverse unknown depths to converse with deceased.

For their boundless knowledge shall unchain my spirit.

Walking the halls of god inflicted suffering.

Tattered flesh and bone adorn the walls.

Swathed in darkness echo the profane screams.

Their sentenced torture, never ending.

In presence of the wretched, frozen by staring eyes.

Talking without speech. Their wisdom, telepathic.

Roaring unhallowed messages, deafening.

Fear stricken soul, their grief imprisoning.

Spared not are the anointed, nor the sacred.

For suffering is the universal law, the perpetual fate.

Pain, in all of its magnificence, sprawling beyond mortality.

May the rest of your days be cast in dread.