| High, this violent scent
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| I’m floating on air
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| Deep, the echo of the waves
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| From darkest skies
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| So far away
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| Leading us to them
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| Night, this stormy night
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| Upon the fields
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| We raise our hands
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| And make belief
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| Calling, now calling them
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| Down, to descend
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| The elder gods
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| They’re summoned by us
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| Invoked back to life
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| They’re summoned by us
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| Invoked by the rites
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| Storms, upon the storm
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| We call you
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| Threatening skies
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| Seal their names
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| Void, out of this void
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| And into flesh
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| Ancient deities
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| Now we welcome thee
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| Turned heavenward, our palms
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| They gather
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| From heavensent, down to the
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| Center of the earth
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| Witch
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| Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
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| Come to me oh, demeter’s kin
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| Dive beneath, bright silver mountains
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| Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
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| Come to me oh artemis' kin
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| Dive beneath, bright silver mountains |