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Seven are they

from the blackish depths

Seven are they

Gluttons of Flesh

Seven are they, evil winds, seven are they

Heed the bray of beasts

The baneful storm approaches

The Heralds of Pestilence

The Throne-Bearers of Posession

Befoul the path, minish the land

Ravage the home, slake the thirst

Bitter venom of the Gods

Like serpent on belly

They spill the Blood like rain

Devouring the flesh, sucking the veins

Why? Foul spirits! Why?

Why must thou creep?

Why? Foul spirits! Why?

Return to thine sleep!

"We go on our hands, so that we may eat flesh

We crawl along upon our hands,

So that we may drink blood"

No door can shut them out

No bolt can turn them back