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(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the skies tend the winds...
It overruns the lands...
Surpassed beyond the bonds...
Spitting it's blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
belief and effort shall survive this...
Search the form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
By the Codex itself...
bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving...
Extraction...exclaims the of the valley!
The geyser holes expulse breaths...
emptiness of the enchanted source.
That turns the ashes, it to dirt...
As the underworld teleport the plague...
the gargoyles supposed creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered auras are stolen their centered bodies...
An interiorisation blackened is born.
The fade from their pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As hate was created their land...
Onto their land...onto land...onto their land...
by mouths of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are from the hollows.
That break the sounds in thoughts...
To lose in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized art what thou art...
To be soulless, burning...
Then are now weak in nature.
the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors...
Of the well bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
One's blossoms revived the vortex...
from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few this reality...
By simply reading one's knowledge...in the valley...
In the valley...
The creators understood the above their way,
Leaving the winged carrions...
To be deminished, burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as forgotten now... as now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES...