Written in Golgothan climes
Written as if in red wine
Lines spidery, bordered by cryptic signs
Gospel different from the one you and I
Know, full of revolting gore
Someone has invited a vile wraith from the sunken barrows
Only marrow-holding mouldy bones uphold its formerly martial frame
Partial man animated by unholy black flame, he parries my blade.
Alchemisland 
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