| Swung from the shadows on holy ground*
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| A mace long forgotten by the pious
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| Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake
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| Lowing with unearthly rancour
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| I bear this sceptre of the underworld
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| To smite this realm with doom
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| And with eyes no one has ever seen
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| Trudge the pass of glaring stone
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| I bear this sceptre of the underworld
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| To smite this realm with doom
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| And with eyes no one has ever seen
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| Trudge the pass of glaring stone
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| Swung from the shadows on holy ground
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| A mace long forgotten by the pious
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| Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake
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| Lowing with unearthly rancour
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| I let the Demon speak through me
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| The forger of The mysterium
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| Beneath the terrene quotidian rites
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| The sea of Chaos and awful strife
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| Gives eternal birth through the fivefold womb
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| To the astute sceptre that will be your tomb |