Nightfall of our fate. One day, when the stars are right, nightmare gods destroy the gate, plunging life into an endless night. When their sunken tomb ascends, breaks the surface of the sea, then the rule of mankind ends, blotted out from history. Cryptic words on d**h and sleep speak of him of ancient race within boundaries that keep him, the spawn of nameless space. Trapped in primal mystery hindered by the liquid gate, clawing at our sanity lies the dead one still in wait. Waking to ascend, he will blast our faculties. More than we can comprehend dormant lies beneath the murky seas. Our sciolistic isle shall be sunken in the black seas of the opaque and vile knowledge gained when they come back. He, the dreaming stellar beast, imprisoned on the ocean floor, in the end will released, rising far from any shore. Trapped in primal mystery hindered by the liquid gate, clawing at our sanity lies the dead one still in wait.