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CANCÜSIS
N'gai. . . pæt'un-rai. . .
I can't fully recall. . .
but I. . . I must tell my tale. . .
I remember going mad after hearing a chant in that strange language that I did not know. I must definitely never heard of it; and yet, strangely, I understood every word they sang.
I was in a cult that I did not like—it was mere and mad rumors of which bore me there;—and yet I learn'd only few things of the gods of Dream and of Earth. The Devil bore me now, and I pray earnestly to the Earth's Gods that the wretch of a daemon would leave me alone. It was there—I think—on a midnight dreary, and in large, queer, costly crowds of occultist men; and we sang songs in a strange language. Then I began to stare around, and I saw the unblessed cult singing as a bolt of flames...
I can't fully recall. . .
but I. . . I must tell my tale. . .
I remember going mad after hearing a chant in that strange language that I did not know. I must definitely never heard of it; and yet, strangely, I understood every word they sang.
I was in a cult that I did not like—it was mere and mad rumors of which bore me there;—and yet I learn'd only few things of the gods of Dream and of Earth. The Devil bore me now, and I pray earnestly to the Earth's Gods that the wretch of a daemon would leave me alone. It was there—I think—on a midnight dreary, and in large, queer, costly crowds of occultist men; and we sang songs in a strange language. Then I began to stare around, and I saw the unblessed cult singing as a bolt of flames...
