In Deep lands lie despair, your gruel, your bitter words. In Deep lands lie Vitrite, your vile and resistant Nodes. Your spirit sighs, and your conscience dies Your will is yours; but only just, In Evil, lust but comes to dust. In Deep lands lie the acrid root The blood, the inner rot. In Deep lands twist the sharpened thorn, of burning rainfall draught. For gorgons cries your eyes are fraught Your drumming heart with horror, taught Of suff'ring souls and Darkened Clot And in the silence: "embrace me" [spoiler](((((((((((((((((((((((@)_(@)))))))))))))))))))))))[/spoiler]