They tell of the scriptures, of their great antiquity.
Rumoured methods of a singular nature will bring wisdom from the brink.
I speak of things no living man should know; ancient truth dredged up from the sands of time.
Eternal glimpses to gain unworldly sight.
Turn my back on my morals and on my family.
For only knowledge is left in a world so corrupted and full of atrophy.
I can explain my behaviour, but you know that there’s no time.
For there are many things with which this darkness brings and the eye that turns is blind.
Morbid secrets remain untapped waiting for me to speak the words.
Lineage of blasphemy brought forth by the corrupted designs.
No respect for the dead or the living in kind.
Disobey the senses.
In solid form these souls collected.
Heading in dark directions, abomination resurrected.
Features remain in symmetry.
We all face certain defeat, but I know death is more becoming of me.
Heed these words and by dead salt be bound do not call up that which you cannot put down.
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