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Fate permeates grey basalt

For whom collapses with solitude

Fate gathers in the green sky

For whom wonders where the noise disappeared

Voiceless, powerless, graceless

To the march of the luminal ghosts

To thee who spreads on execrated soil

We summon light, we summon pain

And freeze the voices of litanies

So let us float in arcane elements

Illusive Anecumеne

Here bе dragons

Here be us

Stain the bodies that go astray

That leave the path at profanity's order

That do not drink from the liquid sky

Or dare to befoul the silence

We are as whisper amidst yells

Unseen in a Hyperborean spectacle

To thee who spreads on execrated soil

We summon light, we summon pain

And freeze the voices of litanies

So let us float in arcane elements

Illusive Anecumene

Here be dragons

Here be us

Hark!

The ground cracks

Spectral voices welcome dusk in the Tundra

Our vision returns with lightnings:

Thunderous omnivores out of frozen mass graves

And we bemoaned how they yelled with beastly throats

Yet so much without a voice

With fearful scoff of lights that wander

Wondering fearfully in lights that scoff

As shapes of pitch towards the tripartite horizon

Our vision returns in horro:

These bloodpainted canvases of the Arctic!

All that remains from a roaring day

Are our prayers for silence in the glaring Tundra

Shine forever, shine, Ultima Thule

Stand forever petrified, pristine Ultima Thule