(There they were revealed by Men who occupied

the sixth chamber, and took the forms of

books and were arranged in libraries)



Alas for woe! Alas for woe! -

It is high time to see the foe

To know the law does claim your soul

Alike the mute and helpless doll

Thus claim you for its very own.



However the shadows grew longer and longer

As evening fell - don't go beyond the last house

Your village remindeth me an island in billow

Of pestilent breeds have been running 'gainst us



Ye shalt die

Well to be sure!

But whilst ye are drowning - ye need no cure

Don't implore

Don't supplicate

Ye shalt rot to the core before it's too late!

Ye regard this solace as amongst cavalcade...



Of ire and delirious barking at church

There is no need to go there without faithful torch

The murals of hers do encumber to see

There is only one way to contumacy



Down the face!

The face of yours

Come closer to the grace like that

Shut it so close...

As ye can...

Imbrue her hills

The harridan's corpse was entwined 'bout by the...

Great worm's asp alike

That's your funeral... Hih!



Lo, Thou hast procured her fragrant

Thou didst debar her insolent folks

And as ye look through those mirrors on her walls

There are gargoyles flit ye about!



What were ye looking for?

What were ye looking at?

When this ae had been found by you

Had ye expected thing like that?



Indubitable ae's deep coomb alike

Darken the murals - do not see the light

Under palatial family vaults

Lay open the graves... Let their prisoners rise!



Their eyne's dry...

More so than thine

Dauber of murals that shalt never shine

Solemn hues which nane wilt ever see

Thy art is the way to contumacy

Hath anyone e'er confined thy legacy?



Do not crepitate!

Soporific anthem is swimming so slowly...

It's protected by them

By the superstitions do rule everywhere

Can ye die?

I deem ye should give it a try!



Sylvan dark

Decrease the light

Shall ye fly towards the dawn o' total night?

Sleepwards red and feculent sky

Why have ye never read my rhyme?

But anyhow... ye should give it a try!



Abysm provideth thy fall

Abysmal mirrors on her walls

Thou shalt acquire their mercy back

If thou believe them - fall adown and break thy neck



For the sake of evil

For the sake of... I don't care

Why do ye always try to attain "famine of yours" so ye acquire your pain



Mortals! Why was your quest so discourteous then?

If ye might have seen whether gift would be sent down...

E'en my sight was aghast when that shining nail

Was being pierced through the chest of the mass... knife alike

If ye e'er want to see - do not look for your eyes. -

And then  - in days of yore - ye may creep to and fro:

Care of mine wilt be taken by ME: say FAREWELL



...to be continued...