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Lemuria

the sacrifice The spell has been cast thrice What ahve we longed for all these years Before the world shall soon appear The elder gods have come to free Lemuria

(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls) Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by

I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends, Black jaws drooling blasphemy, Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet, The wyrm-horn sounds cross Dagon

Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell. The skyqueen of the dead rides

Ancient stories of a mystic landscape On the surface of the ocean?s pride The legend lives Fog surrounded ? in the misty moonlight Mighty waves are pounding

As clouds engulf the land in darkness Clattering echoes will the streets Riding out into the moonlight A band of blades sent forth To seize the unsuspecting

A wind blows over the lavender fields Carrying the scent of death and decay The holy war consumes and burns Everything and everyone in its way Carcasonne

"The last bastion, the last icon of resistance has fallen. In the ten months of siege the small garrison never stood a chance. And shorthanded, hungry

Low, my children, what do I see? Your brothers and sisters on the warpath. Forgiven are all your earthly sins. Make way for honour and valour in your