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			Campus Crusade 
			For Cthulhu
 The R'Lyeh Text
 Hidden Leaves From The Necronomicon
 
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						There's 
						plenty of transcriptions of Liber Logćth out there, but 
						none of it's sequel - "The R'Lyeh Text". For this reason 
						I have decided to upload my own transcription of the 
						text, researched, transcribed and annotated by Robert 
						Turner. The text below has been checked and any apparent 
						mistakes or misspellings are present in the original 
						edition (eg. Zkauba being spelled Zakubar). "Phil"
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						Contents
 
	
	
					 
			  
			
 
 
 
 
 Their Hidden 
			Place
 
 I have seen much unmeant for mortal eyes in my wanderings beneath 
			that dark and forgotten city. It is not the splendours of Irem that 
			haunt my dreams with this madness, but another place, a place 
			shrouded in utter silence; long unknown to man and shunned even by 
			ghoul and nightgaunt. A stillness likened to millions of vanished 
			years pressed with great heaviness upon my soul as I trod those 
			labyrinths in terror, ever fearing that my footfalls might awaken 
			the dread architects of this nameless region where the hand of time 
			is bound and the wind does not whisper.
 
 Great was my fear of this place, but greater was the strange 
			sleep-like fascination that gripped my mind and guided my feet ever 
			downwards through realms unknown. My lamp cast it's radiance upon 
			basalt walls, revealing mighty pillars hewn surely by no human hand, 
			where curiously stained obelisks engraved with frightful images and 
			cryptic characters reared above me into the darkness. A passage 
			sloped before me, I descended. For what seemed to be an eternity I 
			descended rapt in contemplation of the grim icons that stretched 
			endlessly on either hand, depicting the strange deeds of Those Great 
			Ones born not of mortal womb. They had dwelt here and passed on, yet 
			the walls of the edifice bore Their mark: vast likenesses of those 
			terrible beings of yore carved beneath a firmament of unguessed 
			asterisms.
 
 Endlessly the way led downwards, ever downwards. The passage of time 
			had fled from my mind, Hypnos and eternity held my soul.
 
 How long, how far had I journeyed? I knew not. Then like one awaking 
			from the dreams of Narcaeus my eyes beheld a door which barred my 
			path. Their Sign was upon it, The Sign which I have seen within the 
			tomb-caverns of Leng, amidst the pillars of Irem , and borne before 
			the idols of cryptic Isnavor. I trembled as I beheld the dark 
			inscriptions which covered the jaded stone writhe like a thousand 
			hideous serpents, sometimes their reptilian forms darting toward 
			each other as if in conflict, sometimes joining to form creatures of 
			nauseous bulk once more to divide into a twisting host of black 
			serpentine characters.
 
 Before my eyes the door was rolled up as if it were a scroll and I 
			gazed upon the void beyond, where amongst strange stars great 
			darkling forms moved. Like the moaning of a great wind terrible 
			voices assailed my ears with a cry of a thousand souls in torment. 
			The forbidden names of Yog-Sothoth, Cthulhu, Nyarlathhotep and a 
			hundred more seared my brain like venomous vitriol. Their minds 
			entered my being and I learned of blasphemous things undreamt by 
			mortal man and of a realm beyond our time and creation where the 
			blind demon sultan Azathoth dwells within the pit of Chaos 
			throughout the countless aeons of infinity.
 
 Then with thunderous roar the stars whirled before me in a great 
			coiling vortex and I was drawn into that nameless abyss like a leaf 
			before the tempest . My screams of terror yielded to merciful 
			oblivion and darkness engulfed me.
 
 I awoke amidst the silent sands of the red desert to behold the 
			great orb of the sun proclaiming the dawn. I arose, and turning to 
			the North set my feet towards Damascus where I, Their scribe, must 
			write my book. For beyond the Pillars of Hercules, dreaming crystals 
			call.
 
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 Of He Who 
			Sleeps
 
 Know ye that He has slept death's dream for ages unnumbered; He who 
			has slumbered long before the birth of Man; He who is dead yet waits 
			dreaming: SHALL RISE, and His time draws near. The worm shall not 
			corrupt the corrupted; time is naught to His continuation; the aeons 
			shall not lay waste that which is not of earth's flesh.
 
 In R'Lyeh He dwells, bound in timeless sleep by Those who would hold 
			back the darkness of Outer Hells and stem the fate of Man. Yet the 
			darkness shall prevail, the destiny of Man is sealed and graven.
 
 The stars shall mark the time of His coming, and when the spheres 
			intersect: HE SHALL RISE. Great Cthulhu shall return, and armed with 
			vengeful talons He shall smite the Elder Lords and rend the soul of 
			Man. The earth shall know the night without cease.
 
 His minions dwell amongst you, Beware O Man, they come in servile 
			stealth; like thieves in the night. They heed not Man and his frail 
			gods, blind in the will of their master.
 
 Great Cthulhu sleeps in His house and shapes the dream of what shall 
			me, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
 
 My brother Ibn Ghazi saw with the lidless eyes the end of Man's 
			time, yet Their curse denied him the revelation. Ever condemned he 
			suffers the endless torments of the Vaults of Zin. His mouth is 
			sealed up, his tongue severed - nought shall he speak or bewail his 
			tortures - he is headless, the slave of the Shoggoth until the Great 
			Old Ones fall.
 
 Yog-Sothoth knoweth the Gate through which the Old Ones shall 
			return. When the stars have faded and the moon shines no more, when 
			only dark suns rise and set: Great Cthulhu shall awaken and call 
			from the deep with the voice of a thousand thunders, and the Gate 
			shall be cast open: THEY SHALL RETURN.
 
 Lament thy fate O Man, for the earth shall be void and cast for 
			eternity into the abyss of perdition.
 
 IN HIS TOMB AT R'LYEH GREAT CTHULHU DREAMS.
 
 The Seal They have set against Him shall not prevail forever. The 
			folly of mankind shall shatter the Seal: HE SHALL RISE.
 
 Man in his unseeing ignorance shall assault the skein which binds 
			his immortality (and know not who guides his hand); he shall rupture 
			the air and oceans with fire, and cover the firmament with the 
			venomous shroud of ancient Cthulhu's shadow.
 
 I, Alhazred, have heard His cry, my eyes have beheld the forbidden 
			Signs, I fear the voice of the night wind - I fear for man.
 
 Ph'hglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh Wgah'nagl fhtan
 
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 The Nurturing 
			Of The Cadaver
 
				
					
					What hand harvests 
				the soul at death? What dwells within the tomb after the spirit has departed?
 What locks the Gate beneath the serpent's eye?
 
 STANZA I
 
			He who would possess the 
			hidden power must pay homage to Those of the Void and provide the 
			sustenance of Their being. In ages past They created bodies of flesh 
			and walked the earth and bred diverse life-forms for Their 
			nourishment: creatures of Their design, (some yet continue upon 
			earth) shaped and coloured to serve Their needs. 
 In the Void They dwell without form; Their mantle of flesh long 
			destroyed, yet Their desire for the essence of matter remains and 
			long unremembered lusts burn with ravenous ferocity.
 
 When life has fled the corpus the fly of Yoth must be encapsulated 
			thus; Make the incision with the Scimitar of Barzai and over the 
			head of the cadaver pronounce the Incantation:
 
				
					
						
						ZECKA-REBUS 
						PRATCHI, RO'KAS WELBREBOSDOS SATIGOC INRUT, YOTH
 IMBRUT, ZECKA-REBUS YOTH! RO'KAS YOTH!
 
			Make the Voorish Sign 
			and burn the Incense of ZKAUBA. 
 Take up a brand of fire and facing to the West pronounce the words:
 
				
					
						
						BELUM OSAS 
						GRIMSALBOGAD RITZAS
 PEGVIER
 LAZOZ IMBRUT
 ZECKE-REBUS
 YOTH!
 
			Strike the brazen gong 
			and as the sound dies from your ears the insect will attend you and 
			enter the wound. The fly will dwell therein for one hundred and 
			ninety days and from its decay shall rise the nine worms of ISCUXCAR 
			which shall gnaw as instructed until naught remains but the essence.
			
 If the Na-hags come forth banish them with the Elder Sign (which 
			they fear greatly) and bar their return with the Amulet Of Iron.
 
 Thus prepared, the essence may be offered to Those beyond for Their 
			appeasement whenever you shall Open the Gate as before taught. (Make 
			the triple genuflection and Seal with the Sigil of Koth at Their 
			coming).
 
 The glittering Powder of Desiccation may be formulated from the 
			remains if pulverized in the day and hour of Saturn and combined 
			with the ochre of the earth, salt and sulphur.
 
 Mummia can be produced by sprinkling the powder upon any corporeal 
			being.
 
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 The Vessel Of 
			Balon
 
 
			Fashion a vessel in the 
			form of a brazen head. Upon the brow engrave the sigil:  
			 
			beneath the right eye:
			
  beneath the left eye:
 
  beneath the mouth,
 (to the right) and
 
  (to the left).
 
			
			 
			Set the vessel upon a 
			stone engraved with the emblems of great Balon. Last, let the eyes 
			of his vessel be set with obsidian. Seal within the cranium a 
			quantity of the Powder of Ibn Garzi, the metals of the ancient 
			planets and the essence of life. 
 When the moon is old take the vessel veiled in black to some high 
			place where no man is abroad and turn the countenance to the North. 
			Unveil the head and burn the incense of Zakubar before it. Then you 
			shall call forth five servitors of Balon in His name:
 
				
				VEDAL, NOCUSA, IBROS, DENAK, ENPROS I call you forth in the name of 
			your Master: Great BALON! Behold your Signs and look upon this image 
			with favour for this vessel awaits you in silence. I evoke you in 
			these words: KADESES YOLMO REEGUS EMIG ORRESSUS DIZZAG, ORRESSUS, 
			ORRESSUS DIZZAG, and by the power of His emblems that I have set 
			before you. I bid you enter this vessel and feast upon the essences 
			you so desire.  
				 
			The spirits shall appear as a red vapour before the image, and the 
			essences within the cranium shall beckon their lust, and they shall 
			enter through the mouth of the vessel. When they are within make the 
			sign of KOTH and seal up the mouth with red clay (which you have 
			before prepared) saying: 
 VOLEC DEMAS, ORIS, through this earth you shall not pass. The words 
			have been spoken, the Sign has been given, for as long as I so will 
			it you shall dwell within this vessel I have fashioned with my Art 
			and thou shall give true answers to my demands when I shall have 
			need of you; for Balon your Master has cast you forth from the hosts 
			that serve Him to be obedient to my will in return for my worship 
			and due sacrifice.
 
 Veil the image with black cloth.
 
 When thou wish to know of anything which is hidden from you in the 
			world of man or realm of elemental spirit - Unveil the head, turn 
			the face to the North, ask what you desire to know and address the 
			image in these words:
 
				
					
						
							
							"I have fashioned you with my Art,I have given you life,
 Now answer in truth."
   
							(Make the Voorish Sign and burn incense).
							 
			The Seals of the Vessel must never be broken for the Spirits will 
			seek to destroy you upon their release. 
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 To Fashion The 
			Ring Of Hypnos
 
 The realm of sleep touches earth's world in many places, but it is 
			beyond the mighty Towers of the West that the dreams of man mingle 
			with the threads of eternity. Only there where thought has form and 
			purple Hypnos rules can a waking man tread the Valley of the Land of 
			Sleep and behold the Web of Minds therein.
 
 To enter the dreams of another you must know the Names and Sigils of 
			the four Guardians of this realm and possess the Ring of Passage.
 
 The four Guardian Spirits of the Western Portal (through which you 
			must pass) each have names of five letters and diverse characters in 
			which the secrets of their power are locked, thus:
 
 
			
			NEMUS: 
  DACOS:
 
  CABID:
 
  LEEBO:
 
  
			
			Fashion a ring from virgin silver in the day and hour of Jupiter and 
			engrave upon it these characters: 
			 
			 
			
			In the day and hour of Mercury furnish the ring with a bezel of 
			bronze bearing this character: 
			 
			
			 
			
			For one cycle of the Moon expose the Ring to the elements in which 
			time the silver will blacken and the bronze turn green. 
 In the dark of the Moon write the Names and Sigils of the four 
			Guardians upon the parchment and suffumigate with storax while 
			calling upon the said Guardians in these words:
 
				
					
						
						Nemus, Dacos, Cabid, Leebo!
						I call you forth by your ancient names
 Attend me in my work and behold these your symbols!
 YAILISBO IBUZOD!
 
			
			Place the Ring upon the parchment and recite the Incantation in a 
			low voice: 
			 
				
				YOBUS RESUSYARTA NEBEE, RISSANUS NEBEE ZHIYA, VEN REBUSERIC NI ARDAS 
			ARBAOS VANZEE GEREL ZIMPHANSE NI NEBEE AWENHATOACORO, VEHATH, 
			HAGATHORWOS.  
			
			Sprinkle the ring twice with the juice of juniper mixed with the oil 
			of civet and perfume with the Incense of Zkauba, saying:
			 
				
					
						
						Nemus, Dacos, Cabid, Leebo
						I bind you in these words:
 ADULAL! ABUIAL! LEBUSHI!
 Let me pass before unhindered
 Through the realms of your Kingdom And let not sleep dim my eyes.
 
 (Make the Sign of Kish)
 
			
			Place the Ring and parchment within a leaden casket and set it aside 
			for the space of seven days. 
 When you have need to enter the dream-mind of another, in the hours 
			of night place the Ring upon the second finger of your left hand, 
			turn West and pressing the bezel to your forehead pronounce the four 
			Names upon the parchment and you shall pass in a moment between the 
			Towers of the West and enter the realm of sleep. Speak the name of 
			the dreamer and your minds shall become as one until Morpheus lifts 
			his spell.
 
 The secrets and desires of any man or woman shall be revealed to you 
			through the images of their dreams. Yet, only those who sleep the 
			hours of the night shall be subject to the power of the Ring, for 
			the radiance of the sun utterly destroys it's virtue, and the Key 
			shall be lost - The Spirits are not answerable to a second calling.
 
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 The Amulet Of 
			Nodens
 
 The amulet of Lord Nodens is a Shield of Protection against the 
			fiends that walk the night; the demonic adversaries that assail 
			Mankind. Whoever shall bear this Symbol upon his breast shall turn 
			back the legions of darkness until the despoilers of earth return.
 
 When the Moon is in her increase and Orion ascends in the East: Take 
			a plate of purest silver and upon it engrave the image of the 
			Serpent-bat which guards the Gateway of Fire. From the serpent mouth 
			shall issue the tripart Word of Power that none shall speak or know.
 
 On the reverse of the Amulet engrave the asterism of Orionis and 
			within the Symbol of The Hand.
 
 On a night when the stars burn in the heavens and the Sun is in the 
			Sign of the Sea-Goat, turn to the East and hold the Amulet aloft 
			saying:
 
				
					
					Great NODENS of the Silver Hand, I call you forth!Behold the Symbol of your mighty Power!
 Open the fiery Gate of your Abode and give life to this Emblem 
			fashioned by my Art.
 See the Name that may not be spoken, issue from the jaws of your 
			servant -
 See the form of your secret place amongst the stars!
 I hail you NODENS!
 
					Stretch out your Hand and lend Power to my work that the Elder Lords 
			may assist me in my time of need.
 
					In these Names I call upon your Power:
 
 BABĂDUR, SHUJĂ, GIBBŐR, MURZIM,
 BESN, KLARIA, GABBĂRĂ! JABBĂR!
 
 (Make the Elder Sign)
 
			 Bow low to each Cardinal Point beginning and ending in the East. 
			Perfume the Amulet with sweet myrrh of Commiphora, wrap in a black 
			silken cloth and set aside until you would make use of it.
			 
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 Of The Dead 
			Who Rest Not In Their Tombs & Of Attendant And Familiar Spirits
 
 Where in times past the Old Ones have stained the earth with Their 
			curse, the dead shall know not the peace of the grave. From 
			corruption they shall rise bringing forth a race of ghouls; 
			creatures that are not of life or death but dwell in the 
			shadow-world of phantasm.
 
 The corpses of evil sorcerers are buried with their faces downwards 
			and their hands spiked with iron to hinder their return to this 
			world. Yet, some with great power yield not to death or the 
			confinement of the sepulcher and by necromantic art, shape the 
			marrow of their backbones to form terrible serpents or great lizards 
			that feed upon noisome remains and gnaw dark passageways to the 
			world of the living.
 
 There are those that rise from the grave at nightfall and drink the 
			blood of man and woman, sometimes transforming into wolf or bat and 
			other diverse shapes.
 
 The serpent-like lamia and clawed harpies also spread the plague of 
			torment amongst men as they ever lust for the substance of life that 
			has been denied them.
 
 The worm begets the worm and from the decay of the body strange 
			forms come forth.
 
 The dreams of men and women are sometimes troubled by those 
			passionate spirits of nightmare that the ancients have called incubi 
			and succubi; whereof (through carnal congress) races of halflings 
			are bred.
 
 The wastelands are haunted by Afrit and Jinn, Gorgons and 
			many-headed Hydras abide with the Mi-Go in the great yellow Desert 
			of the North and my eyes have been infected with their evil.
 
 All these beings are easily fascinated and bound to the will of the 
			wizard-sorcerer who knows the ways and rites of the Old Ones. But, 
			beware of those who dwell (dead, yet alive) beneath the ancient 
			sands of Egypt (which I learned of in the house of Khephnes) for 
			their time is yet to come and no mortal hand shall stay their power. 
			They shall return.
 
				
					
					Time passes not before the muted idols. 
					
 STANZA II
 
			
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 The Speculum 
			Of Apparitions
 
 To have vision of the conclave of spirits called forth (when not 
			evoked to visible appearance), or commune with the souls of the dead 
			you must prepare a vessel in which their images will be ensnared.
 
 The use of this curious mirror was taught to me by the 
			magician-priests of the Vale of ZURNOS where the Great Night is 
			followed by the Great Day and the Seven Caverns lead to the bowels 
			of the earth.
 
 Take a vessel of crystal glass in the form of the alchemist's retort 
			and set aside. In the day and hour of the Moon (when she is in Her 
			increase) and the Sun in the House of the Scorpion write upon a void 
			parchment the Cypher of the Crab of Zosimos:
 
				
					
					 
					and perfume it with musk. 
					 
			
			In a great mortar mix together: Betony, Pelitory, Snake-Weed, Elder, 
			Cretan-Dittany of each a like measure; Zedoary, Galangal, Doronicum, 
			Ammoniac, Opoponax, Spodium, Schaeinanthus, Ebony, Bole-Armenick, 
			Mithridate and Must, each of one third part. Reduce all to a fine 
			powder and put them within the alchemist's Pelican or blind Alembeck. 
			Add distillate of sea-water to increase the amalgam fourfold. Cover 
			with the parchment and ferment for the space of fifteen days. 
 Draw off the Quintessence and fill up the before mentioned retort 
			with the Elixir and add a loadstone. Seal up the vessel with red wax 
			and set it on a brazen tripod.
 
 Make the Voorish Sign and speak the Nine Words of Power:
 
				
					
						
						LUSOOM, RENGAT, EEPUS, OMARASY,
						ALCUM, DARBUS, NESMONARTIS,
 ENPHODDARIBUISEC, EBO!
 
			
			At sunset for the space of nine days burn sweet incense beneath the 
			vessel and speak the Words of Power in their order, one upon each 
			day. 
 The Apparition of the Spirits shall be seen in the depths of the 
			Speculum when you shall call them by your Art, and the souls of the 
			dead shall give true answer according to their nature.
 
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 The 
			Visitations Of The Great Old Ones
 
 In metallic stars the Old Ones visit this earth from time to time. 
			And the Lore of the Elder Gods prevails not against this coming; for 
			They walk not the earth in Their forbidden forms.
 
 They visit the skies of the desert lands, high places and desolate 
			regions of the earth and strike fear into the heart of the lonely 
			traveller and all who see Their signs. Yet, no man shall divine 
			Their dark purpose or behold Their countenances, for They travel 
			with great swiftness upon the back of the very wind and tear the 
			fabric of Time's web in Their fury.
 
				
					
					The Beast of Night shall foretell their coming. 
					
 STANZA III
 
			
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 The Rite Of 
			Transfiguration
 
 Those who would enter the Gulf and yet live must first endure the 
			process of transfiguration. Likewise any that shall continue when 
			the Old Ones return and the earth is cleared off, must take the form 
			of his Masters.
 
 This is the final rite and those who tread this path shall not 
			return to the frame of mortality. His body shall be as iron, his 
			mind shall be one with the oldest and first of earth's Masters; his 
			eyes shall see what no man sees and his shape shall be one with 
			those who walk the dimensions of time.
 
 On a night when the eye of the Star-Dragon dims and the Sun is in 
			the Fifth House with Saturn in Trine enter within the Stones and 
			Open the Gate with the Conjuration and Incantation of Yog-Sothoth. 
			Call forth the Globes by their diverse Names and when They attend 
			you, make upon each coming the Sign of Voor.
 
 Before each of the Stones burn the Incense of Zkauba blowing the 
			Powder of Ibn Ghazi to the Four Winds.
 
 Stand before the Altar facing north and taking the Scimitar of Barzai, trace in the air before you the three boundary beating 
			Sigils:
 
				
					
					 
					and utter the great Words of Power: 
					
 RENOSORATUNTA! POHOTHON! BASAKUNNAS!
 
 In a loud voice call forth the Lord AZATHOTH in these words:
 
 Great AZATHOTH I call you forth!
 Downbreaker of thought and form,
 Come to me in Power and clothe me
 with the Darkness of Eternity!
 Let the Shroud of Nyarlathotep descend upon me
 that I shall walk even amongst the stars
 and men shall not comprehend my presence.
 
 ZENTO! HEDARBUS! TASAC!
 
 (Make the Sign of Kish)
 
 Cast this mantle of flesh into the mould of the Ancient Ones.
 I have called you forth!
 I have spoken the mighty Words of your Lore!
 My father Yog-Sothoth stands beside the Gate,
 and Great Cthulhu calls beneath the waves!
 
 (Make the Sign of Voor)
 
 The thousand-faced moon has risen!
 The Dragon's eye dims! Let yours be opened!
 
			
			Trace the Angle-Web and enter the Gulf by the Formula Dho-Hna and 
			your form shall be one with those without. 
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 The Augury Of 
			Alhazred
 
 The words of this book are the venomous thorns that so torture my 
			spirit and my doom is at hand.
 
 The night is filled with Their cries and the beating of leathern 
			wings. Their hand is at my throat, and though I wear the Triple 
			Talisman upon my breast; the power wanes with each passing cycle of 
			the Moon.
 
 I dare not sleep the hours from sunset till dawn lest with stealthy 
			skill the Charm is torn from me and They devour my soul.
 
 The Oracle of Yebsu has foretold of my destruction: when day shall 
			be as night, Their power shall prevail. A man's life is but a cloud 
			that passes swiftly before the face of the moon. Yet, there is an 
			Abyss of Perdition where such oblivion is denied, into which my 
			defiled mind and body shall be cast, to suffer the torments of the 
			damned throughout the countless ages of infinity, devoid of form or 
			substance .
 
 The Omens are amongst the Stars and grim fear strikes into my bones, 
			my time is at an end.
 
 Yet Al Azif shall not perish for it has passed into the hands of 
			another, a Keeper of Great Powers, who dwells beyond the Western 
			Ocean. Through the ages these writings shall endure, concealed from 
			the many, revealed to the few. In the secrets of my book the wise 
			shall find the Key of Salvation - the fool shall unlock the door to 
			his damnation.
 
 In the space of nine days hence, the Sun shall join with the 
			Moon 
			and my fate will be sealed.
 
 When darkness comes at noon and the sands shiver with the wind - I 
			shall be no more.
 
				
					
					To the West lies the Cavern of Scrolls, 
					Where the Brazen Scorpion guards the Forbidden Words.
 
 STANZA IV
 
			 
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