| Have you ever read the books that I wrote centuries ago?
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| The Clavicules of Solomon is nothing by their side
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| It lays bare secret arts that stood the ravages of time
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| And practices, once more exposed, that everyone should know
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| You play with blood and hair and sweat and ends of fingernails
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| The very things to do the deeds our Brotherhood demands
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| You cast, with mirrors, dolls in wax; |
| the spells you learned by heart
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| Fool, you are, lash up storms, lightning, rain and gales
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| I urge you now to find my books, read the tales and spells
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| Let’s turn the whole world upside down, confusion everywhere
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| The Four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait
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| The Talisman of Set was mine, the Horsemen did my bidding
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| I urge you now to find my books, read the tales and spells
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| Let’s turn the whole world upside down, confusion everywhere
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| The Four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait
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| The Talisman of Set was mine, the Horsemen did my bidding
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| The lady of the moon, my bride; |
| Astaroth, her name
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| Side by side we wove the spells that drove mere men insane
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| Get the hence and scour the world, seek and you shall find
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| Read my books and learn from them, power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain
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| Power you shall gain |