The Nameless Kult

from Summoned to the Abyss by Beast Conjurator

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Dwellers of this old place
Gather for the Festival
To awake horrors without name
The rites of my ancestors

Hooded figures climb the hill
The procession reaches the frayed church
Gliding to the moldy chambers
Going down through caustic tombs

Descending forever
Until the core of this addled land

Disgusting warped creatures
Whirling into the air
Sneaking from the tunnels
Out of some putrid lair
I can hear the chanting growing
And above the husky talk
The ominous heavy footsteps
Of things that should not walk

Nitrous fire of leprous flame
Viscid river with mephitic stench
Keys to unlock a nameless threat
Invoked now by the faceless folk

The spells were cast again
To bring forth madness and pain
The final gate for human doom
The rite of Yule!

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from Summoned to the Abyss, released August 19, 2017

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