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Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
Passage into the Xexanotth |
As I come home after a hard day of labor in the castle court, |
I discover a note with my brother’s handwriting on the |
kitchen table, saying he is leaving the village for good. |
The villagers tell me they have last seen him riding to the east, |
urging me not to venture into the Ve’coiitn region at night, |
as there are talks of something foul and |
unnatural brewing in these parts of the country. |
I decide to ride east, not taking heed of the townfolk’s warnings. |
While riding into the plains of Ve’coiitn, |
I take notice of the scarce vegetation on |
the fields, as if the land itself is rotting. |
A distant, echoing scream of terror breaks the nightly |
silence and echoes across the plains out from the distant woods. |
Because my curiosity gets the best of me, |
I dismount my horse and decide to |
investigate the source of the sound. |
As soon as I wander off the main trail and into an |
off-road path, defeaning silence falls upon the land. |
Neither the sound of crickets nor the sighing of the |
soft evening breeze can be heard in the dead of the night. |
Reaching a clearing, I can just barely see a great wall of dead, |
withered trees through the mist, that stretches out to the horizon. |
I think it may be just my imagination, |
but it seems like the trees moved aside |
from each other at some point to form a path. |
Surely the gods have abandonned this place. |
Is it because even themselves fear what lies deep in the woods? |
Lost in my own thoughts, |
I barely notice the mist finally dissipating, |
revealing a passage through the forest and a |
wooden sign pointing towards the wood’s entrance. |
On the sign are primitive carvings, |
perhaps the same archaic calligraphy that ancient men of the |
Amechth’ntaas tribe used in their scriptures for hexing rituals. |
I know of it because my grandfather, Edward Davenport, |
created a lexicon to decipher this dialect and taught me some of it. |
That was a few years before our former neighbor found his |
lifeless & eyeless body in our home next to another strange book. |
The carvings on the sign read as «The Pass of Xexanotth». |
Right next to the sign, |
I find an abandoned sword and a lantern, |
confirming my suspicion that my brother came through here. |
By the gods, why? |
Why here and why now? |
A corridor of rotten, contorted trees lies before me, |
stretching beyond the horizon as I venture into the howling dark. |
Draped in mystic haze, the narrow path lies barren, |
the silence soon broken by the ruminations and laments of the trees. |
Vivid are the memories of the sound of winds wailing through dead |
leaves, almost covering up the |
echoing, sickening sounds of mastication. |
Delving deeper into the woods, the corridor of dead trees grow narrow. |
The scent of rotting bark now unbearable |
as the bowels of the Xexanotth swallows me. |
Wallowing through membranes of digestive |
secretions, I stand alone amidst a circle of deformed shapes. |
Piercing the shadows, |
the moonlight reveals decayed remnants of men melded… |
into the trees! |
Monoliths of flesh and wood rise before me and at my feet |
lie the faces of people I once knew, engraved into the soil. |
Absorbed as an offering, I join my kin in their eternal slumber… |
at one with the earth… |