Breath- the night air makes you weak
See- a vessel of disease
Touch- the portal opens up
Hear- the hymns draw you near
Never before has a song
Corrupted the dawn
For creatures form
As the dead man plays
Through the cosmos and beyond
Where I heard the music of Erich Zann
His hideous notes and tortured melodies
We’ll never return to the Rue d’Auseil

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