Kadath by Blood
Unseen and polluted
They dwell on solitary places
Where the words were spoken
And the rites were howled to their time
Wind shatters with their voices
And earth murmured with it's conscience
They bend the forest and crush the city
But not forest, not city
Have seen the shattered fist
KADATH
KADATH in cold desert have known them,
But who knows KADATH?
As a pestilential breath you should skill them
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