![]() I spoke to the dead as their flesh decayed My body was rotten, my thoughts were depraved They cut out my heart with a sugar cane knife ![]() Raised by the Houngan, he taught me the rites In Haiti they laid me upon the auction blockĪnd I sold for a song on a Port-au-Prince dock As the Baron's pitiful story unfolds, the Basilisk sees an opportunity. Seeking to possess the one thing that may be able to end his cursed existence, Baron Samedi is permitted an audience with the Basilisk. Transplanted brain liquified in its skull She gave him succor, she tended his woundsĬlawing at the graves of the newly deceased The wretched beast collapsed to the groundĪs the Swamp Hag came to check on the sound ![]() The sickening crunch of his pitiless fists As Killbot bears down on the fearsome foursome, the snarl of an ancient terror is heard from the darkness of the fungoid tunnels. ![]()
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