You can’t hold back the tide the dark gods have returned their shadows reach across the earth carried by many bodies though never seen in their true form things that should be dead but live horrors spoken only of in whispers seen through the glassy eyes preserved within the peat as mirrors to the Otherworld a great beast who did not slouch towards Jerusalem for Jerusalem was no more its cathedrals echo empty secrets within them bloodied sacrificial alters made from desiccated hearts, teeth and bones