| Pierced by the sun
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| Enduring time
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| Stands a shrine
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| The haunted forest of the witch
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| Repulsive theurgist
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| Grim Alkimede
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| Brings unholy offerings
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| Summon shades to the pit
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| Spill the blood in hallowed trench
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| From the spout of virgin necks
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| Swarming black snakes, half dead tissues
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| Yet living entrails and gouts of blood
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| Hekate led, the ghosts to the upper world
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| Her passing heralded by baying hounds
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| With fierce cries, the witch calls upon the night
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| As the spell is cast, the spectres rise
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| The ghost of Kretheus, gazed upon his mournful son
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| He sipped the blood, and uttered ancient words
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| «Jason is safe, but the King plans Aeson’s death
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| Pray to Phlegethon to raise his horde»
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| She appeased, the god of triple form
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| With the sacrifice, of the grand bull
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| Go you demons, from this evil crypt
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| Raid the caravan, of the emperor
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| Horde of vengeance
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| From hallow graves
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| Undead soldiers
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| Usurp the wicked crown
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| Cursed dead
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| Rising from the ground
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| Nekro army
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| Bring the tyrant down
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| Eagerly they drank from the castle guards
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| And drained the blood from the queen
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| Let accursed fear, grip his mad heart
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| Let him scream until he is senseless
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| Let him live, so my son my come
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| With grim steel, he’ll take…
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| Vengeance!!! |