Into the arms of desire, I bequeath thee from
A final frontier that no longer subjugates me.
Go now, kindred, across from the sea.
Twenty leagues in, obfuscated the cattle feast flee.
Harness the primordial calling, of our sepulchral breed.
Thus, ye blood thirst be sated, and thy desires freed.
(What do you think it means?)
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