| Enlightment lies beyond the horizon
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| Heading north, into the cold dead waste
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| Seeking the ones akin to the gods
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| Riding the waves to obsidian shores
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| Above the desolate plateau of leng
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| Wings of leather guide an abhorrent ride
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| In the glare of the moon’s pale flame
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| The shantak haunts the dismal night
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| Past nameless mysterious isles
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| Not dared to be spoken of
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| Vile howels crack the calm of the night
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| Far north, into the darkness
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| Freezing cold, inquanok in sight
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| Above the desolate plateau of leng
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| Wings of leather guide an abhorrent ride
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| In the glare of the moon’s pale flame
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| The shantak haunts the dismal night
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| In robes of silk the masked priest strides
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| His wisdom tells of lunar beasts
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| Of horns and hooves concealed from sight
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| And night gaunts their royal feast
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| Under the dome, into the vaults of zin
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| As sacrifice to the gift of death and escape
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| In pitch-black darkness, eyes forbidding sight
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| Abadon the haunting ruins of ancient sarkomand
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| Summoning calls, return to the isle
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| Ghoulish uproar and moonbeats collide
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| Above the desolate plateau of leng
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| Faceless demons on membrane-winged flight
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| In the glare of the moon’s pale flame
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| The night guants impale the silent skies
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| Onwards… towards kadath!
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| Onwards… towards kadath!
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| … towards kadath! |