What was unearthed was not of this world
Unnatural formation of stone and flesh
Warm to the touch, peculiar shape
A sort of grotesque beauty
The abnormal sphere gave a beckoning call
Only heard by men in their sleep
The black hymn of the fiend within
Made man into beast, and beast into man
From the vessel it burst, an inhuman being
Silence fell, and by her gaze were enslaved
men by the thousands
By her radiance, they fell to their knees
Made misshapen, and reduced to fiends
From her womb, sprang disease
A plague of the soul
The sun forever sets
We are the doom of all worlds
We unleashed the primordial truth
the scope of what was to come
Beyond comprehension
Locust queen, daughter of storms
She comes to lay her claim
Abyssal mother, bringer of ruin
She is the eater of worlds
harbinger of endless desert
By her hand shall the spheres fall
Into the abyss which spawned her
Tomb of Sa'ir
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