Nile

There is no place in the upper kingdomNot blighted with plague and famineThe bones

Waxen one who feedeth by stealthCoiled one who liveth on the Inert OnesI will

In my foolishness I had taken form of a mortal manAnd entered time to

O Seti, Great One, my father.I hath finished for thee thy temple at Abydos.And

Great Cthulhu, ever the warrior GodOf all the Old Ones he is the most

Oasis, dark sanctuary. Night is born, heavy with passion. Shaman dance by the light

The necromancers of GizaA cult of reanimatorsConcerned with interrogation of the long deadCorpses who