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Insidious place of archaic evil |
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Forest of the Elder Gods awakened |
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The Ancient ones return to this unholy place |
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In the freezing mist that surrounds the trees |
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Frost fingers touch our shivering hearts |
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Gazing into the miserable pale moon |
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Catatonic and alone |
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In this horrid place we die tonight. |
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Dormant now awake, dead but alive |
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Polyglot shrille wail primitive omens |
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Frightened souls are wrenched from our bodies |
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Hearts bleed black blood. |
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Consume our souls our flesh is now flayed |
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As demons to ram the Kandarian wastes |
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Fickle pages on a lifeless book |
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Flesh inked with opaque sanguine script |
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Majestic omnipotent book ordained to rule |
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Return to dormancy as the sun filters through the trees |
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It burns away the blackness |
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Our salvation comes from within |
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Dormant now awake, dead but alive |
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Polyglot shrille wail primitive omens |
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Frightened souls are wrenched from our bodies |
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Hearts bleed black blood |
