With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom
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This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia
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strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities
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web. A new lord was born, not of the serpent
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Nor the Dove, heavens abandon forbids the glow,
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inferior to its essence. Zastras descended in that
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mighty shape, crushed were the victims of belief.
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Child of night, Howl at Nanna's gaze
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Frozen were the forests where they stood entranced.
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Show us of the portal, from which burns
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Our desire, forever the Catacombs cry.
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When he beckons from the third palace.
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Desolate stars cease to shine, long since unorthdox
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rule. Artuk Nurazuk screamed, from below the restless
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sea. Splendorous dawn, you have long since passed
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But your end is but the way of the weeping
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Rose, fear not its savage grace, for the darkness
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Has eyes, to many his minions have befallen.
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Aakbal called to the storms which in turn blackened
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the snow. Reveal what has loomed for centuries
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It is he who bears the diadom within that somber gaze
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He has spoken threw many nightmares
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The Empress shed her spectral gloom, curse not
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This realm untouched by light, tremors
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At the break of dusk. The blind heathen broke from
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its chains. Homage it given with the sullen rain.
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To many his minions have befallen.
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Crowning
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| Withered Earth |
