THE ORACLE OF KOR-AVUL-THAA:
The sky rent asunder...
black-winged devils surge forth from the void...
maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us...
what carnage has thou wrought?
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand
Could e'er these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's fall is nigh,
As elder rites black fiends unleash.

HIGH LORD OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF DARK ELUCIDATION
(KEEPERS OF FORBIDDEN BOOKS OF THE FIRST CATACLYSM):
By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus, such ancient secrets
we discovered within these sinistrous, worm-worn pages,
Etched with darksome glyphs and sigils, bound with fearsome
spells, An eldritch tide of stygian sorceries unfettered
by the forbidden Tome of Shadows...

Now thunderous cataclysm befalls the gleaming Kor-Avul-Thaa
(The mystic gate stands open!)
The Xytaxehedron held to the stars...
the incantation uttered with eager tongues...
(What long-shackled powers of the elder dark
have our conjurings loosed?)

By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus,
the vortex blackens the stars above,
vast plague of amorphous horrors
descends to rend with fang and talon,
(As with torrents of blood the crystalline [bad word] red?)
And in the glooming chambers of our shadowed sanctum,

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we wait, half-mad with terror,
To reap the slaughterous harvest which we have sown...

THE CHRONICLER OF THE CATACLYSM:
And beyond the vortex, the churning black waters of the void did
disgorge the Dwellers in Eternal Shadow, And upon a horde of winged
horrors, brandishing swords of ebon flame, they rode out from the
Gate... And a terrible silence fell upon Kor-Avul-Thaa...

THE ECHOES OF THE ORACLE:
The sky rent asunder,
black winged devils surge forth from the void...
maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us...
what carnage has thou wrought?

THE CHRONICLER OF THE CATACLYSM:
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And the darkling lords did descend upon Kor-Avul-Thaa
to claim their splendid prize,
and enthrone themselves within the glittering walls...

THE ECHOES OF THE ORACLE:
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand
Could e'er these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's fall is nigh,
As elder rites black fiends unleash...

THE BROTHERHOOD:
By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus,
in Kor-Avuk-Thaa, darkness reigns eternal...
Nevermore shall the city glimmer,
for now the crystalline walls gleam black...
Ever black...