| Beyond the red horizon
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| A Stygian citadel lies
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| Veiled in a purple mist
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| Entombed in time
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| Thieves travel miles
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| Amazed by jewels and gold
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| They do not care or fear
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| The stories bards have told
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| Dark shadows of Stygia
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| Dark shadows of Stygia
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| The gates are wide open
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| Stalk among the ruins
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| So ancient yet enchanted
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| Slumbering in lurid nimbus
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| Enter the black stone temple
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| Behold the priesthood scrolls
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| And the great serpent of gold
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| Once worshipped in ways of old
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| Dark shadows of Stygia
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| Dark shadows of Stygia
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| Plumbed deep into evil depths
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| You awoke the snake-god yet again
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| The fiery sparkling ruby eyes of Set
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| Mesmerised, soon to join the dead
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| Lost in desert retreats
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| And brooding river Styx
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| Remnants of an impious past
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| A Stygian curse still lives
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| Bards will always tell
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| About a citadel lost
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| But many still will venture
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| To sack at all cost
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| Dark shadows of Stygia
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| Dark shadows of Stygia |