Gowns of fiendish beauty-decaying, curved sharp nails
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Prince of evil's hags-hovering on thin air
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Circle the ancient-caulderon of summoning
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Mumbling the infinite dark hex
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"Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right
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Asmodeus & Zabulon"
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Into our lungs we will inhale this night
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The battle-cry of men
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The screams in the living woods
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It echoes in the valley
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Yet the darkness remains mute
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The surreal touch between steel & flesh
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Invoked, between them, a tragedy of odour & liquids
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A harmony conceived by drops of tears & blood
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The outcome of the spell
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It weaves a cloak of darkness
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Which will harvest the new leader
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The sweet whispers of betrayal
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The night is drenched in mist and in the smell of battlefield
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The ice cracks open from the dazzling smell of agony
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His tragedy-the fire will burn forever in his veins
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The wounds of flesh & soul will leave the-melancholic stains
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Crippled, yet alive-stay you to be the teacher of the arts
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"We condemn you to eternal enmity"!
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With heavy armour and two-handed swords
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The summoned fury of spelled-blinded hordes
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As if it is in slow motion-sky as earth
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Trembling under the hooves
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The outcome of the spell
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It weaves a cloak of darkness
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Which will harvest the new leader
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The sweet whispers of betrayal
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The Surreal Touch Between Steel & Flesh
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| Bishop Of Hexen |
