歌词
Oh invoking seer who gropeth after the utterances of broken throats, the utterances of the dead, for what hast thou carved sigils into our skulls, and set our dried tongues to thy ear? Seekest thou to know? Seekest thou wisdom of the duat?
Descend thee beneath Hel. Descend thee beneath the fathomless depths of the Abyss where the primordial waters fall, and there shalt thou see how the waves of unbecoming crash against the broken husk of Atet, and Charon's cold eyes rot beneath the surface. The only vessel for the waiting dead is a ship of nails.
This is as it has ever been. For what wisdom didst thou ever hope to find in the wells of the dead? Their stagnant waters are fed by the river of entropy, whose churning vortex doth howl with their intoning voices.
Lethe! Drowning waters of woe!
Ammut! Consuming jaws of fire!
Abaddon! Spewing Locust Scourge!
Nìðhöggr! Gnawing the roots of the firmament!
Nihil! All reaping second death!
Nihil vincit Omnia!
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