Now I've got a tale to tell ya. Of the ones from looong ago. There's an evil that's been dreaming but now it's softly screaming. From the darkness their power will grow. Their voices are made of poison. When you listen you are sure to be disturbed. You can lock your doors you can say your prayers No creature can resist their wicked words. Nevermind no need to worry that's all just a story...of the whispers of the old Gods.
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