Upon the Deserts of Damnation

Behold! Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare? The foretold detestable dunes of despair! Whose sands of crystalline luminescence Drown and drain thy essence. Far within that redolent tomb Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon, Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom. Where thou art subject to phantom pains Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice Whose subjects lament in the decay of blood maggots and eerie lice.