| Come unto me Seraphim de Sopor Sec ulum
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| I offer my flesh and blood that I may pluck a feather from the wings of the
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| Angel of Death
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| May it be a quill with which I scribe the forms of thy sacred names
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| From the sanguine of my heart and open the gates to the labyrinth beyond
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| slumber and death
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| Relinquishing my corporeal form to shadow as I will pass beyond in luminous form
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| With serpent tongue I summon those shades that would taste of the gifts of the
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| living
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| I, psychopomp to the agape of the stygian maze
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| But one star shines tenebrous upon these colossal depths
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| Nefarious pulsing Daemon’s Head, risen in culmination above the atramentous
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| wastes
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| Sup upon these vestments I cast away, oh shambling eidolons and shadow forms of
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| murk and drear
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| And lay bare the knowledge unbegotten of any god
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| I ride the currents of Erebus upon ebon wings into aphonic gulfs unending
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| As a star new born I have become
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| A beacon in the abyss |