Tells us of the ‘blood’ dripping, and flesh walls of Cave

Speaks demonic.

Manuscript :
“There’s nothing that can cleanse that hunger for it is not hunger. There is nothing that can quinch this thirst. No lake, Nor ocean, nor sea. The mother of chaos, mother of packs, the bound braker, Drian-Kha-Lamong fears no one, Stops for nothing, But there’s a line that cannot be crossed. The plane that is unreachable, Unbreakable, When the ray of light, The emerald line with be traced, And Drian-Kha-Lamong Had to linger, They will be back.”