The Book of the Black Earth

Come forth, Ancient Worm:

rise from the cold red deep

As the world unnatural

finally stands united.

Come forth, Ancient One:

heed the silent call

of the words never spoken,

of Wordless prayers unknown.

Come forth, Dog-faced One:

As the stars are right

And teach the mortals new ways

to shout, kill, revel and enjoy...

Spirit of the sky asleep,

as vermin rush from the mountains

Spirit of the earth has forgotten,

as enemies stretch from the deep.

The eternal stare of the watcher

has been blinded by unlight.

Those who never sleep are awoken:

The dead shall dream no more.

As they roam the black earth

beneath the soiled moon,

the abyss of ancient holocausts

stares back at Tiamat's rotting flesh.