I am His son, son of the magnificent Gralaghorr. I am reborn!
From the sacred swamp I emerge, cleansed by filth, dripping with divine putrescence. I will worship Gralaghorr! I will live forevermore! I will spread His gospel, His amphibious lore. All shall worship His name. Their new god shall be the mighty Gralaghorr!
I retreat into my hooded robes. I stalk the night, to save the ones devoid of hope. There! I see him, sitting alone in the shadows. He needs me now. “Follow me,” I whisper, “I will show you truth.”
I bow my head and stand. Wordlessly he follows. The way lighted by my staff, the way to the sacred swamp. Trees start to part, as the fog grows thick. A holy glow and the smell of sick. I bask in the holy odor, I let it warm my blood. I touch the holy water, I raise up holy mud. I smear an arc upon his brow. “Give your pain to the rotten slough!” I plunge his head below, strengthening my grip. I dream of my reward, he gurgles and he spits. “Join the sons of Gralaghorr,” I call into the wind. His body stills beneath my hand, let the rebirth begin!
We are his sons, sons of the magnificent Gralaghorr. We are reborn! We will worship Gralaghorr!
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A Greek Obituary. Never thought I'd hear those Tampa boys' sound mimicked in a such a way, particularly the vocals. But Abyssus are not simply clones. They bring much more to the table. They're powerful death-thrash all around. George