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Remnants of some old heavy altars
a bleak reminder of timeless significance
marking the entrance through dense weed
stretching to where the mountains meet
the last portal to the collecting planes
the ultimate reflection of demonic claims

An obscene gallery of earthly deeds
and haunting, otherwordly dreams

The cold stones reflecting visions in my mind
of an age I cannot bind
in all its obscurity and ceremonial splendor
the Old One cursed

Shared will our insight be
with mortal minds that wander
our long slumber to end
and we will walk the earth again

An obscene gallery of earthly deeds
and haunting, otherwordly dreams

This is where my life leads

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