Enmasquerade
It is the time of the sinners and of the false prophet. Buried underneath the pestilential shroud, etched with the marks of earth and of man, it is descending unto the cities and fields with paternal furor. Under its gaze the ill symbols of the earth shall be corrupted; their meanings dissevered and dissolved. And freed of anchor and chain, their deeds shall be unmoored from the light.
No contortion of human tongue, nor exhalation of angel speech, may contain such breadth of mephitic diablerie. Rather, a prayer is offered in a new tongue, A-LAYACH MYYT ZT-CZYYROTH, which is lament and absolution in one, and whose sum is unknowable.
- Samryl