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Deep shadows entrenched in here

With wings to soar the chasms

Whispers lay beckoning

A secret meeting in the cleft of grasp

The miasmal presence of the unknown summons me

Towards my fear in an extent no words can tell

Where the holy sleep their dreams

Torn by evil…

Enticed by the stagnant air I share with ancient lungs

The innate scent of death floating like a word of lifeless tongues

Here I smell, my hands can feel

The winds beyond all life;

Fabric that is caught between two worlds

The virtues of the old torn by evil

Onward, I can’t resist

The voices stuck in the apertures

Chanting on their spells …

The incantations of wordless screams in quiescence

Chanting on: “Embrace the one with horns and cloven hooves”

Moonlight shifts shades through the rooms

The illusion of light unveils proof

In silence one sound speaks out doom

A secret unfolds an age too soon

Come forth horrors - the ancient kin

Raped by time - torn by evil

Come forth, ones long perished

Rule over my world with your voices torn

Torn by evil…

Here I am, in your shades awake

In darkness, with knees too frail

In darkness, one world will fade

Another torn by the late

Here I see, ny hands can feel

Winds beyond mortal storms

On which the mighty horns

Release me entirely out from this fleeting world