From the deep “Malodorous”,
the big hole where our people lives
I am telling you
that we will emerge,
nobody of you will know when
but there is a clue,
one night on your deepest and sweetest dream
our claws will cross your throats,
returning your impure blood
to the ground who is claiming.
First Manuscript from Atar de Cantaralilla, Lord of the Malodorous Hole.