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Eaters of human flesh |
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Hath eaten unlawful flesh |
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Upon our brethren |
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They have feasted |
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Seed of our father |
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We must now avenge |
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In secret conclave we gather |
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To rain destruction on those whom |
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We have cursed |
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With vile black arts |
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And tempestuous rage |
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We vent our wrath |
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Red blood stains my hands |
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And damns my soul |
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You will drink the black soerm |
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Of my vengeance |
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The mighty voices |
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Of my vengeance |
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Smash the stillness of the air |
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And stand as monoliths of wrath |
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Upon a plan of writhing serpents |
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I call upon the messengers of doom |
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To slash with grim delight |
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This victim I hath chosen |
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Feed upon his brain pulp |
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Rend his throat |
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Pierce his lungs with the strings of scorpions |
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Oh kali |
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Oh sekhment |
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Oh Dagon |
