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A land called Innsmouth, next to Manuxet river

Well hidden, hostile for the infidel strangers

Covered with dark myths and ghastly legends

In front of me the mystic land

Where winds cannot reach

I saw the sun, freezing...

Upon the clouds where I stood

I've found myself trapped in a dream with no end

Captured in a land covered with a shadow...

Through the northern valleys

Across the snowed mountainside

I found the final gates

Which I escaped from Innsmouth

Into Innsmouth reigns the silence

Shadowed by an astral fog

I've left this gray land

And I turned to Celanos

As my candles burn, and my journey still goes on

Still this legacy exists, swinging in the land of mist