| Bleak roll the cosmic sea
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| From dismal shores of a barren world
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| Grim foreboding translates
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| From far-flung nameless nebulas
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| The sun shall set forever
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| And dusk will choke the desolation
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| Of this world shrouded in rapture of ruin
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| Freed from misgivings of a feeble race
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| This blasted plain, a focal point
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| To immence apocalyptic tribulation
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| Pinnacle of destruction towers
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| The summoning of the elder void
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| Under the pall darkness encroaching
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| Humanity squierms in the pyres of atonement
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| The overture of our terminal dirge
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| Pleaded in vain to an empty sky
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| Hearken the call
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| Eaters of soil and dwellers in the depths
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| Rise from your earthen wombs
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| And smite the light
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| Quicken from frigid rest
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| Vortex of our ancestry
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| Reclaims forgotten past
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| Emptiness prevail in disincarnate splendour
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| Free to roam at last
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| Hearken the call
|
| Eaters of soil and dwellers in the depths
|
| Rise from your earthen wombs
|
| And smite the light
|
| Quicken from frigid rest
|
| Bleak roll the cosmic sea
|
| From dismal shores of a barren world
|
| Grim foreboding translates
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| From far-flung nameless nebulas |