Carach Angren

Shite is the mark of this sighting, black is it''s soul. Dark is the soil where it haunts upon.
Jesus Christ!You were never capable of protecting these desecrated woods.
Shadows over Lammendam Shadows over Lammendam.
It''s the point of death''s return for a grand castle
there once burned.
Something is following me! Yet there''s no one I see as I walk the old
pathways near the woods.
A murderous identity is straing from the trees. Now I realize that
I have trodden spectral sanctities. Sandering through forest and dreary fields.
I think I''m Lost.
Yes I''m lost.
Cannot describe this horrendous fear.
I think I''m cursed.
Tricked and cursed.