| A shadow is cast across the cracks of the aging stone wall
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| An engulfing darkness unfurling its tendrils as the sun sets
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| The birth of a new night… The birth of a new dark
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| Those who stalk the night
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| Those who still know the call
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| Those who stay and fight
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| They shall never fall
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| The right hand of our master
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| Spewing his words and feeding him souls
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| The cult of shadows & ghosts if the south congregate on these darkest nights
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| As slithers of moonlight glimmer through the shattered windows of this ruined
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| church the ritual takes place
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| The flies swarm and all matter of nature turns black
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| A millenia of bloodshed under the crippled yoke of the white light faith
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| As the stars burn out in our eyes and the smoke of the final candle dies
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| As the chanting fades in the distance, this pact is with us for life
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| The absolution of the darkest Power |