| Ancient cromlech carved of ice,
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| Etched against a glimmering sky,
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| Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
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| (like the sublime) scent of black lotus,
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| Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays,
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| Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam,
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| The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
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| Shadows call in this bleak winter’s dream.
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| I seize the throne round dagon’s stone,
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| Dark hordes arise 'neath winter skies,
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| Forged 'neath the moon, by skulthur’s tomb,
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| Blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
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| White flames dancing on the snow,
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| The witch-fire gleams through northern skies,
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| The frost of heather upon her tongue,
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| Whispering dreams of atlantean spires,
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| Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven’s wing,
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| Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
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| Kisses sweet like moon-dew's tears.
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| Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
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| Ancient enchantments
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| Summon the shades of the dreaming serpent kings…
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| And the ophidian throne once again draws
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| Power from the moon-shrouded crystal…
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| Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
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| And blood reddens the gleaming snow.
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| Storm-borne bride of winter’s fire,
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| Serpent-witch of the whispering fens,
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| Veils of scarlet and sable,
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| Blood spilled in the vault of night,
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| Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer
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| Of tear-filled ophidian eyes,
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| The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
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| Nighted spells of the enchantress.
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| Scourge of angsaar, wielder of the black sword,
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| Immortal lord of darkmere, serpent-witch ensorcle me.
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| Black sun… black moon! |