| Black hound carries the image
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| Malific reaches to tragic visage
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| Provisions afore gods you wrought
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| Your holy water only aides the rot
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| Squeal of pain when the blade crests the hide
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| Soil tomb clutches the grisly image pacified
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| Time of impurity, post foul gestation
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| Flesh quickens their stride
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| Between reeds quests the raging seven
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| 40 days could not save your sire
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| Lusts of the seven are more dire
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| Lamashtu is I, daughter of the sky
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| Paths forgotten I govern thereby
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| By beheading blades I purify
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| Fourth named in fevered eyes
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| Bare the face, madness I fortify
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| Tend and toil your agonized cry
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| Irmina is I, taken, you have died |