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Unreal we are, we are the grave dwellers

The cold burns our skin

The untouched graves of kings

Forever underground they rest

Devoid of light until we meet their shadows

And we come to know like estranged shadows

We retreat into our own graves

From which we reach for one another in the dark

But alas, we never rest in peace

In the lachrymose darkness

Melancholy survives

Banishing joy to some distant utopia

Fatal signs and evil omens

The summoning of night

Portents of the dark rituals to follow

In the depths of the chasms

Blessed is he who lives deep in the forest

Possessed... Ecstatic...

Hallucinogenic wine, the wine of consciousness

Roaming the ancient mountains

Deathly silence everywhere

Thou must go to earth below

You tremble in the face of the unknown

Secret rites and divinations

Dead ancestors of ancient world

They are here to eclipse the light

And all the light of this world!