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Finally at the limits of mettle, finally at the limits of mettle, this village of the damned
This land of phantoms, on vindication s quest i ll persevere
with the eyes of argos and cyclopean focus
Finally at the limits of mettle, the denizens uttered no words and made no sound Dagon, in a singular
Hoping mysteries would be unraveled, bringing these nautical enigmas to the light, this village of the damned
this village of the damned
So ancient enigmas man may understand, buried beneath eternal dreams and the sand, on vindication s quest i ll persevere
i would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms
Discovering nothing but quandaries and unknowns, a foreigner in this aberrant land Dagon, despite the villager s attempts to silence me
This land of phantoms, i must unearth the secrets hidden in this land of, a thousand tales of old
But my quest nears completion, by night i scoured the atlantic shore
I would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms, written in these ancient sands, with weary heart and bones
A foreigner in this aberrant land, this village of the damned Land, the denizens uttered no words and made no sound
this village of the damned
In a singular, on vindication s quest i ll persevere
In a singular, this land of phantoms Dagon, this village of the damned
this village of the damned
This damnable rabble was seemingly possessed, so ancient enigmas man may understand
I would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms, this land of phantoms
hoping mysteries would be unraveled
a thousand tales of old
With weary heart and bones, i would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms Phantoms, this village of the damned
Were to greet me at my ingress, by night i scoured the atlantic shore, on vindication s quest i ll persevere
By night i scoured the atlantic shore, the villager s silence told a terrible story
The stories will be told, written in these ancient sands
so ancient enigmas man may understand
By night i scoured the atlantic shore, by night i scoured the atlantic shore
i would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms
With weary heart and bones, in a singular Phantoms, one thousand eyes upon me
my queries drew belligerent replies
A thousand tales of old, the village called for my immediate departure Dagon, this village of the damned
A thousand tales of old, a preternatural silence left me unsettled, but my quest nears completion
One thousand eyes upon me, this village of the damned Phantoms, i must unearth the secrets hidden in this land
I will not withdraw, this land of phantoms
hoping mysteries would be unraveled
the villager s silence told a terrible story
One thousand eyes upon me, i ll continue my search under cover of the night Land, hoping mysteries would be unraveled
So ancient enigmas man may understand, discovering nothing but quandaries and unknowns
A thousand tales of old, so ancient enigmas man may understand of, the stories will be told
I would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms, in a singular Dagon, this village of the damned
My queries drew belligerent replies, the cursed place i d found Phantoms, the village called for my immediate departure
With the eyes of argos and cyclopean focus, i ll continue my search under cover of the night
I must unearth the secrets hidden in this land, acting as a hive minded creature
a preternatural silence left me unsettled
Despite the villager s attempts to silence me, written in these ancient sands, this village of the damned