hidden 'tween thorns of tree
and under sable earth
12 magicks - dark sorcery-
from the blood of many dead -
miles below they sleep
in slumber not roused by sun -
those giants of Sipid -
born from the deeds of men
smells like the well of anburz
percolate deep into my skull -
these vapors arouse a state of decay within
and i fall into a trance
as my body slowly drifts through the soil
towards Arell