| Dark knowledge long have I sought but have not found
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| The magic spells and incantations that would astound
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| My research has led me to find a decrepit library
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| Lost in time, buried by puritans fearing its witchcraft
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| Will this be the key to unlocking what i have been looking for?
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| I must go this is the only way to satisfy my dark desire
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| I go Deep into the forest near the town of salem
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| In An overgrown passage awaits salvation
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| In darkest night I walk alone upon this trail
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| The pale moonlight reflects the glow of evil sigils
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| I cut my palm and drip warm blood onto the altar
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| A door is revealed, the passageway beckons me inside
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| I am afraid this ghostly entrance is where i will Die
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| Stepping down the staircase and through the cobwebs
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| The foul smell of death fills me with dread
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| This place left undisturbed for ages contains the dust covered pages
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| Of the NECRONOMICHRON™
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| I make sure to speak the words precisely so the spells will work
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| Cannot fail or I am sent to Hell
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| Inside the circle I stand the ritual has now began
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| The ritual has now began!
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| The room goes cold as I read the incantation
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| Ever word spoken brings me such strange sensations
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| Countless ghostly spirits unleashed suddenly
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| Chaotically swirling around me
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| Bring forth the lord of flies I seek his offerings, hear my command!
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| A horrific demon appears
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| In a burst of flame to do my bidding
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| I command it to bring me a joint of hells sativa
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| From a bag made of human flesh it pulls out a doober
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| I spark it up making sure to pass it with my left hand
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| The joke was on me
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| That joint was all stems and seeds |