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Old legends tell of a river winding like a serpent* |
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Through dense and forgotten marshland |
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Leading to the ruins of a long dead civilisation |
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Pyramids aligned with the stars |
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Their shadows touching the river bed at dusk |
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Painted faces of the past haunt the chambers |
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The soil rich from centuries of sacrifice and torture |
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Vines and unearthed tree roots entangle the ruins |
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Creating their own passages and doorways |
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The whispers tell that such untouched mysticism and so much bloodshed stirs unnatural forces |
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Spiritual mercury drawing tormented souls and keeping the damned from the grave |
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...Such cruelty never rests |
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Calling to the blackhearted in their dreams |
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Visions of a plague, genocide and forbidden rituals |
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The subliminal path to this temple of the sun and moon embedded |
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So that once again the tongue of the old can hiss the incantations to unleash this ancient terror |
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As the sun rises piercing the water |
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I hear a name being called |
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A name I have only heard in my dreams yet I am lucid |
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Through the thickets of mist |
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I find myself blinded by the monolith |
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Bleeding the sun with its apex and stirring the darkest of sense |
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An eerie beauty suffocated by tragedy and loss |
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Cries of putrefied innocence cause the ravens to take flight |
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The archaic hieroglyphs tell of untold horror |
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An evil of the ages bound in these stones |
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Forgotten by all to preserve life |
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Destined to be found to destroy life |
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...Such cruelty never rests |
