| …A bleak cliff erects with the eldritch smile of aeons passed
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| Relinquishing the phallic shape of this uncanny house of ior
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| The sea spray below, unmercifully whipping those rocks
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| Resounding the rasping breath of a million drowning souls
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| With a scent reminiscent of human blood and bone
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| Stormclouds forwarding the eerily howling winds
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| To that symbol of forgiveness, that is towering
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| High above on the spire of that church
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| Deriding the pilgrim, tempting his sickly belief
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| A temple below this churchfloor
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| Where eternities were born
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| Non euclidian ruins
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| Sheltering the creators of this earth
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| Unending cycles of blasphemies from worlds forlorn
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| Luring and brooding ignition, awakening, twisted birth
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| Entering this cursed house of god
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| Walk upon the marble steps of elder lore
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| Chaos roams within these wall and rocks
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| Cosmic host abiding since the days of yore
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| Priests dwell in here, restless and crazed
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| Knowledge, madness, infinity to bear
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| Calls from below, imploring and clear
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| In darkness the portal will open down here
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| Calls from below… |