Upon the hills they stand and shade the temple of the sleeping ones
Unholy preaches and blasphemous cries, defeat the skies and burn the cross
Klifoth the flying misery, the snow that covered the hills of Thoc!
A breathless kingdom with apocryphal winds, a land of terror that enslaves the dark.
Klifoth the sons of the bleeding sea they hear,
They all have gathered
For the meeting in the great Malkuth
To pray to the Dark One!
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