| Twilight… The island is warning me…
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| Ground mist… Enfolded our feet
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| Forest… Clearing a path to come…
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| Under the long shadow of the mount…
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| Moorlands… Like evil foams
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| Nightwind… Across the swamp…
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| The air… The trees… Turning… Fast…
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| Big Stone sunk in mud…
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| Monuments… with impious marks…
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| And we tresspassed the doorway…
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| Then I knew that something were wrong…
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| Paralysed, something moved…
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| I’ll try to describe the creature I saw:
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| It was a strange shape of lizard…
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| Flesh and scales…
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| Free from fear it looked at me…
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| I was freezed…
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| There’s no blinks, there’s no move
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| There’s no breath…
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| Just a ghost stopped in that pest land…
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| O what a horror… felt in that dismal hour
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| My human soul was dead…
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| I’ve never seen such a horrible vision…
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| Our darkest fears… were free…
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| Horrible warnings…
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| Load the gun, determination…
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| Even staring at demons face
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| No wind… There’s no sound…
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| Tension in a moment lost in time…
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| Then thousands of reptile heads
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| Appeared at the same time
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| Screaming in unison…
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| A call of war… The sound of the hell…
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| A call of war, primal growls
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| Horrible gurgles in the background
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| The great flood of time… started to roar…
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| All in motion again…
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| Horrible warnings…
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| Helpless… I drifted into the madness…
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| I still feel the tremor…
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| The horde advanced…
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| Echoes of shots in my mind…
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| At the bottom of some vague dream… |