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The widow wails
And claws the walls
While lords tear her limbs apart
Eight legs
Strewn about
With bits of skin ripped
From her arms
And her cheeks
She screams to the lifeless walls
Underground;
The subterra
Where the unbound friars come to kill
The dark seed
The shadowed thoughts
The need for pain lies here
Underneath
The flowers and
Meadows that surround the hidden
Cryptelisk (cryptelisk..)

The deformed bodies of the unfit lay here
The place where god's men drag the deviated
Arachnid females and men with stony wings
Are dragged deep down here to disgorge their own blood

The hidden
The obscure
The lost
The cocooned...
Cryptelisk

Decades pass
The secret lives
In those shadows
Where the forgotten lie
The skin's rot
The bone's crunched
But one mist does form
From the blood
That stained the walls
When disciples
Ravaged
Flayed
And condemned those born of Satan

Depressed ashes of demons float
From the Cryptelisk to the human land
To end the ones that never gave the chance
To the Luciferian empire

Emerge from
The Cryptelisk
Strangle their throats
Drown them in their blood

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