The Ruins Of Beverast - Kromlec'h Knell

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Bad peace would send them forth
And no grace shall call them home again
If false reason has them driven too far
Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
They close in from the hills
No covering of tracks
No ebbing of scents
For it sinned
Trespasser, malefactor, idolater
A pack of phantom predators
Lured by cold sweat
THANA-THAN-THANATHA
Jaws of the moor
Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
Bad peace would send them forth
And no grace shall call them home again
If false reason has them driven too far
Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
Maze domain meandered
The marsh is so full of voices
Down the moisture
Weighted bodies decay in mires
Phantom stirs…
Speaks of golden tragedies
Of exulting dispossession
Fleers at forfeited reincarnation
Oh jaws of the moor
Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
Bad peace would send them forth
And no grace shall call them home again
If false reason has them driven too far
Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
Bad peace would send us forth
And no grace shall call us home again
The most decadent bad faith in God
Summons all tribes to hail your end
THAN-THANA-THANATA