Echoes ov a Beckoning Arcanum

For All Things Now Dead and Gone

A Horrible Excess of Stench...

... Thrown Up by the Profound Abyss

What Comes Forth From Obscurity

Among the Blackest Souls Below

Governed by the Sphere of Mars

From the Gulf and Into Existence

Ancient Voices Haunt the Deep

On the Brink of the Steep