| We await the silent empire
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| The timeless domain of disinherited ones
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| We do believe in silence
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| All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest
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| The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect
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| The nameless worshippers of future to come
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| When the courier’s sign glimmers in the dark
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| We rise our eyes in wait
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| Our heads — that’s where it dwells
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| Our hearts — that’s where it ripens
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| Our hopes — that’s where it reigns
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| You’d better never antagonize the horn
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| We wish to disremember the defeated cause
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| Lost in the maze of the world
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| We restlessly seek way out and up
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| To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride
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| There in the world they think they conspire
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| How pitiful seems their toil and plot
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| We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets
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| And gather to read the words of those who concoct
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| Our heads — that’s where it dwells
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| Our hearts — that’s where it ripens
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| Our hopes — that’s where it reigns
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| You’d better never antagonize the horn
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| The empire, it is in us
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| The horn, there you can see
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| The message, this should come soon Trystero, the name we behold
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| We’re from the outer empire
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| Our heads — that’s where it dwells
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| Our hearts — that’s where it ripens
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| Our hopes — that’s where it reigns
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| You’d better never antagonize the horn
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| We await the silent empire
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| In the so-called «Enochion"system of Magick, the 10th Ethyr (a non-dimensional
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| sphere of the
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| Astral) named ZAX is the place where the Psychonaut must meet and battle
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| CHRONZON, a deamon-god
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| to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. |
| This devil of Dispersion is the
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| guardian of the
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| Abyss, the Dweller of the Threshold, and the Gate itself, thus identical with
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| YOG-SOTHOT
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| of H. P. Lovecraft’s mythos. |