I STAND TALL AMONGST THE ANCIENT TOMBS
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REVELING IN THEIR LONG DEAD KNOWLEDGE
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BREATHING DEEPLY OF THE PUTRESCENCE
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I FEEL AT ONE WITH THE ELDER SPIRITS
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THAT HAUNT THE DREARY PLACE
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FLOWING CASCADES OF DEATHLY MIGHT
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SWARM WITHIN MY MORTAL FRAME
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TRANSFORMING MY ONCE HUMAN VISAGE
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INTO A GHASTLY VISION OF CORRUPTION AND DECAY
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KNOWLEDGE GARNERED FROM THE LONG DEAD
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AIDS IN MY DESCENT TO THE HALLS OF DEATH
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I, THE LORD OF DEATH,
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ADORNED IN HIDEOUS TRAPPINGS
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WITH DOMINION OVER ALL
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THE TWISTED RULER OF AN INFINITE KINGDOM
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ENSHROUDED IN NECROMANTICAL FOG
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AMIDST THE GHOULS I DWELL
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IN A REALM OF MARBLE AND SOIL
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MY LOYAL SUBJECTS LIE IN WAIT
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OF THE DAY THAT I SHALL RISE FROM MY THRONE
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AND CONQUER THE WORLD WITH PLAGUE
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[LYRICS: SYNVORLATH, LORD OF THE ANCIENT MOON]
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[& IXITHRA, LORD OF THE SYLVAN SHADOWS]
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My Kingdom Enshrouded In Necromantical Fog
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| Demoncy |
