Lead: Slithering Gods by Bruss
Beneath the black hills I have found an ancient throne
Built on a sediment of monstrous & acursed bones
Time-eaten trenches, the Rotting Masters' secret keep
Death rattles in those halls tonight, the spectral chamber has been breached
Elder Things in formless sleep dreamt up our history
Dark Overlords failed in their plan to keep us trapped in mystery
Vast secret cellars, titan tombs that time forgot
I drank the wine of Other Gods, I tasted noble rot

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