| Welcome to the elder ruins again
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| The wind whispers beside the deep forest
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| Darkness will show us the way
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| The sky has darkened
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| Thirteen as we are
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| We are collected woeful around a book
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| Made of human flesh
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| Heic Noenum Pax — Here is no peace
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| De Grandae Vus Antiquus Mulum Tristis
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| Arcanas Mysteria Scriptum
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| The books blood written pages open
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| Invoco Crentus Domini De Daemonium
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| We follow with our white eyes
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| The ceremonial proceeding
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| Rex Sacriticulus Mortifer
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| In the circle of stone coffins
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| We are standing with our black robes on
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| Holding the bowl with unholy water
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| Heic Noenum Pax — Bring us the goat
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| Psychomantum Et Precr Exito Annos Major
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| Ferus Netandus Sacerdos Magus
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| Mortem Animalium |