An ominous, black grimoire rests upon the altar. You take a cautious peek inside.
Daj hia bwid uha diu hai. Ud hua iud hai, ud ada ha grem.
Ichor flows, ichor flows. To the abyss we sing, our hearts stained with death and black with sin.
Ahi den nymar gakpo hawai pod ahi. Owae dedon ma hamha.
The blood of the unworthy coats our worthy blades, and soft black is painted red.
Daj udhai uze, awai ha, awai. Gnem ladon aku udha, uha diu hai.
Beyond the grasp of death we sing beyond, to Bythos our voices carry.
Daj ada wud ugh hai, sof plahde udai nah. Udha idann awo ogn asa, uha diu hai.
From beyond we hear the call, and their claws rip through the world to reach us.
Adi aha lop ko wae namon oppo, ahai owae hamha. Uha diu hai, uha diu hai.
Ichor flows, ichor flows. We see their horned faces and know that we are loved.
(What an awfully creepy book.)
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