Overflowing muddy river comes to those
who follow the blooded stream ..
bearing apsinthium from the southern catacombs,
Deeply rooted to the bottom.
The fumes of the dead are in the air,
the pestilence already in the blood,
a mankind calamity and a stench dispersed above lands and seas..
The sleeping God of murk awake to overwhelm ,
he is the firehand of prognosis ,he is the older ,
he is the key.
Strength of thousand daemons summoned
in each drop of murk and blood..
abyss breath above the black waters.
Death stretches out its hand,
A strange song haunts the waters,
2000 fears ago...
..and yet the song mourns more
in a stream of cryptic lore.
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