| Zephanya
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| The witch has come
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| Mantic foreseer
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| Grants her summon
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| Necromancya
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| Falls upon
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| The ghost does hover close nearby the temple stones
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| A magic wand does serve the rite
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| Blessing all the rotten bones
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| The presence’s called
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| But bystanders fail to see
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| The body’s raising upright in front of thee
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| Paleful eyes do point to oblivion
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| The gates of doom had outcast its mortal one
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| Scrolls unfold, sigils break
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| Words invert its meaning dread
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| Singing her unholy spells
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| To summon up the ancient dead
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| All foul flesh has fallen down
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| Exhume the corpse while bones do crumble
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| Blaspheme the grave, exalt death’s crown
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| As invoked from carrion slumber
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| All flesh has fallen down
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| Exhume the corpse
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| Bones do crumble
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| Preserving Sheol’s crown
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| For those invoked
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| Out of their slumber |