From the shadow lands

Beyond the vast vegetation
Exists a valley amid fog and cold
In times before memory
A fetid swamp

In the deepest region
A land in black
Its shadows never stirred
No moon or stars at sight

For light never reaches this dank valley
Creatures from the blackest pits of existence
Gather around the mist
Answering a voiceless call
That beats inside the darkness

For in the first lights (of this age)
The stars wept above the dried earth
In ethereal black cry
Primeval skies stood to attest
The caught of nothingness
Upon the land

And many were attracted
The shapeless beasts
And the eye of men
For the caller inside
Never ceases to beckon
Like a web above the skies

By the shores of
Deep bottomless waters
Pale figures dance
By the hills
Macabre rituals are performed
The worship of shadows
Gathering of beasts
In obscene mass
Inside the darkest fantasies

Hidden from light
The call grows stronger

The land in the valley of night
Blooms with decadence
And in sempiternal twilight
The shadows are ever walking