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Oh, old nightsky, how furious is thy ordnance |
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when the edge of the crescent cuts thee in half |
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I sense thy stare on my soul and substance |
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while the cape of Neptune conceals our stars |
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Inside a circle we form another out of flesh |
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awe mires with confusion as the planets align |
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gathered around him that bears the wreath |
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in the darkness that drowns s like a rising tide |
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from the icy peaks of Mery to the depths of the sea |
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all this shall be yours if you now hearken to me |
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Thevetat, the dragon among snakes |
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master crowned king with wisdom most veiled |
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with lips shut share us the legacy |
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the godly gnosis that twines about thee |
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Sense of power pervades each thought |
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as the pulse in our veins is quaking the ground |
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the patterns of humility are condemned to fall |
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by the arrows of spells shooting from our mouths |
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climb towards the roots of the inverted tree |
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for to rise above the angels is your rightful destiny |
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Thevetat, the dragon among snakes |
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master most august by foulness impaled |
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with lips shut share us the legacy |
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the godly gnosis that lives within thee |
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Indeed we are here to stride as giants |
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instead of crawling in the dirt like infants |
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may not our eminence be questioned by any heart |
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for we truly possess the means to rend such apart |
