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(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the skies that the winds...
It the enraged lands...
beyond the life bonds...
Spitting forth blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
One's belief and effort survive this...
Search the oldest form of that has been inscribed...
By the Codex itself...
One's bloom will by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom will succeed by the of the earth...
Unique is the way that 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 winds the plague...
the gargoyles supposed creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered are stolen from their centered bodies...
An interiorisation blackened is born.
The arcs fade from their sphere...
...Feelings vanished out of world,
As hate was created their land...
Onto their land...onto land...onto their land...
by mouths of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are cast the hollows.
That the sounds in their thoughts...
To control in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized gargoyles art what 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 revived the whirlwinded vortex...
from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few found reality...
By simply one's knowledge...in the heart's valley...
In the valley...
The creators understood the above their way,
behind the winged carrions...
To be deminished, burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as forgotten now... as forgotten now... as now...
Burning...burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES...