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Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath, |
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Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam, |
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The moon slips 'neath the darkling sea, |
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The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream... |
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As a black moon broods over Lemuria, ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels, |
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Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods, |
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Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist... |
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Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, |
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The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, |
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The shades of pallid night descend, to the ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, |
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Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. |
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By the eldritch glow of black moonfire, the forst-shrouded trees whisper of silent paths, |
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Brooding shades rise forth from the night-dark sea, a black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate. |
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Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, |
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The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, |
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The shades of pallid night descend, to ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, |
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Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. |
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Winter moonlight gleams through crooked boughs, |
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The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower, |
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The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds, |
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Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon... |
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And in the dark ethereal mists of winter dreams, |
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The ebon waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon, |
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And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons... |
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Slumbering upon the throne of moon-caressed ice, |
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I have supped deep the draught of white vapours, |
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Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble, |
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A single strand of glimmering gossamer... |
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Beneath the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs, |
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I see the fire that burns like the black heart of night. |
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In brooding and sombre visions I hear cries, |
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Enthralling cries 'neath this frost moon rising |
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I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black gulfs, |
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In the dark and silent places... |
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The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams, |
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Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment. |
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Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars. |
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There is witchcraft in the moon, |
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And brooding silence reigns over the woods. |
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My storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes), |
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Ensorcelled by eon-veiled incantations. |
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Dark wizards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles, |
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And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth... |
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I fall into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches, |
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The moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms, |
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And descend into the still, icy waters of the lakes. |
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Beyond the veil of the North-Winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant, |
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The wind whispering across the everlasting snows... |
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My slumber is as light as a wolf's. |
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Serpents coil entempled ramparts |
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Of the sunken jewelled cities, |
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Wolves of winter's moon are roaming |
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The temples of the heather gods. |
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Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, |
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The circle-without-end burns bright, |
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Brood o'er the far night's distant vale, |
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And shifting heather hill's wandering light. |
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Like snow that falls on the sea, |
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Like smoke that rides upon the breeze, |
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Like hoarfrost that melts before the sun, |
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Now silence broods over Lemuria... |
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Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, |
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The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, |
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The shades of pallid night descend, to ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, |
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Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. |
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"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami." |
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As a black moon broods over Lemuria. |
