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  • Blind your eye to the night sky, Son of Perdition, and hunt those that shelter in dark. Subsume the weak or be consumed by the Ashen Mark.
    Totems of bones, fetishes of skin and sinew, remember these Son of Perdition, and etch into your mind the Burning Signs, to know them true
    Earn your fare, son of perdition, and cross the river of despair, to lands of ash and of bone, see what's standing there.
    Whispers echo in dark places while clawing fingers rake bemoaned faces. Madness is on the rise, so best to claw out your sinful eyes.
    Looking up I gazed upon the Morning Star being swallowed by the shoulder of the mighty Angel, and by its word alone the Blood Moon fell.
    From the desert pool I sipped, deigning a hidden thirst my head I dipped, and when I could drink no more I was adorned with the midnight dew
    I saw the horizon fall away and the sky peel back its violet hues, and we stood at the abyss, watching as a brilliant light engulfed the sun
    Bright is the light of a terrible god, and trembling is the land where he dare trod. Flee! Beg ye rocks crush and hide us from his sight!
    I hear floating down from the unseen pinnacles chanting melodies no human or demon could make. Choruses sung of histories lost to the Eons.
    The abyssal choir sings a refrain not meant for mortal ears, in the deepest depths of night. To know thy fear, turn ye ear left than right.
    Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is; Lost Carcosa
    The city heaves dying breaths. Inhabited by men who are no longer men, made of flesh that is not flesh. Filled with beautiful perversions.
    Have as many gods as will please your little heart, and the universe will spin on without ever noticing them. Cosmic horror scales.
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