| Immaculate adroitness into the art of dreaming
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| Silver perseverance forged deep within the lunar caves
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| An ionized shade becomes enshrouded by light
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| Blood risen sword and an athame drenched in poison
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| The gates to the other I reclaim with silence and might
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| A thousand tongues caress the walls of the chamber
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| As the fire of Hemlock boils across my astral veins
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| Fumigating chants in ancient undead primordial dialects
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| Reveal and grant my sacred and eternal name
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| The inner syllabus I lisper as I call
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| Upon the gods of night
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| I have become a rite of passage and thus
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| The perpetual azoth I witness before my shattering form
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| The perpetual azoth I witness before my shattering form |