"In that dread desert, beneath the moons' pale gaze, the dead men walk. They haunt the dunes in that breathless, windless night. They brandish their weapons in mocking challenge to all life,and, sometimes, in ghastly dry voices, like the rustling of leaves, they whisper the one word they remember from life, the name of their ancient, dark master. They wisper the name Nagash".
From The Book Of The Dead,
By Abdul ben Raschid,
Translated from the Arabic by Heinrich Kemmler
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