| Crossing the channel of fire
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| The wings of the dragon shall carry my high
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| The sky so dark and cold
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| Known only to the spirits that grew old
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| We rush towards the ravenclaws
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| That silently await to crush us all
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| We await the coming
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| Cursed as hellhouse lizards we all shall crawl
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| Not the blessed
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| Nor the gifted
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| We choose the true evil
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| Not the feeble
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| We lords of dogs
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| We lords of the hamlets
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| We lords of swords
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| We call upon thee
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| Souls of the infernal
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| Ghosts of the wicked
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| Spirits of all that is still
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| Dance to the masters organ
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| We call upon you
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| Incarnated souls of disaster
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| Spread the fire all high and low
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| The ravenclaws has waited too long |