seduced by necromancy

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In the wind of the mind rises the Turbulence called I
It breaks down, showers the barren thought
All life is shocked, this desert is the abyss
Wherein is the Universe
The stars are but thistles in that waste
yet this desert is but one spot accursed
In the world of bliss
Now and again travellers cross the desert
They come from the Great Sea, and to the Great Sea they Go
One by one they walked into the Land beyond the Stars
Following the secret Pathways into Creation unknown
Guided by the forbidden Grimoires of Necromancy
They heard the Call of Cthulthu, loudly roaming in the Sky
nonesome trembling from below
Spectres arose before them
terrible Offsprings looked at them
With their darksome eyes of Death
Only the pure shall pass
May He who Tresspasses the void within
and masters the Spellcraft of the Necronomicon
descend into the Netherworld in all his Glory