| Specters fall across the shadow flames of void;
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| Fly from spheres they shan’t dwell in forever
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| Rushing down, engulfed by putrid texture;
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| The unseen…
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| The master rule supreme!
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| After black living Robe, fabric of the insane
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| Swarming horror, million tails of the Beast
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| They are outcast so restless, diminished yet keen
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| Remnants, gathering quickly to restitute realms
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| Like the wormseed that nests in a dead infant brain;
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| Morbid shell great vast proud over skin flesh and vein
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| Darkened shroud over an armor of all colors of light darkened shroud
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| Emperor’s investiture garments divine!
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| Like the sparks of a fire on the inside of beyond;
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| Twisted faces and wings and long emerald horns
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| Darkened shroud over an armor of all colors of light!
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| Darkened shroud, emperor’s investiture garments divine!
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| Below the creeping cannot see the essence true;
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| They shan’t discern the rotten purple now renewed
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| Unless he hath returned and done his great revenge!
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| Unless he hath fulfilled his fate and Heavens dead!
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| Like the rays of a sun, thousand fold strong and high;
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| Burning cloud breaking out at the end of all time
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| Darkened shroud over an armor of all colors of light!
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| Darkened shroud, emperor’s investiture garments divine! |