The Feast of Horv'nak

Souls of the dead, from Underworld raised
seized from darkness, in asteroid graves.

Sacrificial blood flows
and fires burn.

Time passes,
and I lie here alone.

The dead are heard crying, a wailing yearn.

When those spirits appear,
I know it's my turn.

Into the night

A chill hits the air

Stars washed by sunset,
Horv'nak is here.


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