| Snort the powder of Ibn Ghazi
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| Line up on ash, trembling swiftly
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| Weekly rising, taking the nightmares somewhere
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| Stripping it clean, drag it clear into the system
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| The blind business that blinds
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| A voice that’s not a voice
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| Waiting in the old place
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| Serpents of vacation wind to defeat
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| Beware the conjure
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| Beware the conjure
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| The bulk of mortals walk alone (with)
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| Eidolon unseen and foul
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| Bend the Magus, thrash the fatuous, dread the strike that smites
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| As a foulness be the corpus at your throat
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| Inside the rock under the deeps
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| Take a look at the blood that drips
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| Expectation of a blow
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| Servants of mission on to defeat
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| It’s all the conjure
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| Now commencing
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| Blasphemy is addicted trail
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| In glory spread death on
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| Now come and see
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| Cut off spectrum, intercourse
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| A terrible thing to hear
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| No earth born free not insane of this fear
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| Now the wisdom is born without guidance
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| A blind business that blinds
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| A choice without choice
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| Waiting in the old place
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| Servants of occasion want to defeat
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| Beware the conjure
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| Beware the conjure
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| Beware the conjure
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| Beware the conjure
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| Beware the conjure
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| Because, in the end, you will find out
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| You cannot win |