Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown
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Each one's a will on the unique diadem of tyranny
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Cherish the untrodden lands of almightiness in thine heart
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Drenched the exquisite nectar of miracles it forever will pulse
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Hid far from unworthy profane eyes the Sacred Chalice waits
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Guarded by the Goiden Dragon, the protector of virtue
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Only the valiant can tame the claw and the vehement flame
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Olny the puissante can drink from the Cup which grants immortality
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Markee!
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The one terrible chime...
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The blackest bell have toled, a sign that thruh the ages
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Draped in awe the kingdoms of the world
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Abhorred words sound to my ears like luscious rhimes
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Pernicious revelations pour from the pulpit of the Antichrist
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So, let vent the Cosmical Force in impetuous waves across universal tides
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The storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth
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And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise
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The one who keeps the Treasures Arcane
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The Treasures Arcane
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Crown Of Autumn |