| Psychagogoi Gooi, I am the threne singer
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, whose song rouses death
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, all gnosis is learned
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, by the grave
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, I am the voice
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, of the tomb
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, lament priest
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| Psychagogoi Gooi, hermit of darkness
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| I am the threne singer whose song rouses Death from shadows
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| She partakes in my revere, and joins with me in cantor and in verse For I am
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| her muse, the sojourner of tomb incubation
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| Swathed in grave soil, ash and the shifting shadows of dusk
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| I wail my threnody with the sepulchral tongue of goetia, and open the gates of
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| twilight to bare the tunnels of Night
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| It is here that in hymn I proclaim myself Death’s neophyte and brave a black
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| ocean that knows no shores
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| I am the dirge harpist whose song brings Death into my heart
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| She partakes of my flesh and joins with me in the stilling of the breath
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| For she is my gate the black ship upon the shore of my ascension |