| Gorgot Assai Belem.
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| May the Great Portal open to me,
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| my voice thunder in thy name
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| and for the power of the Lords of the Great Frost.
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| The whirling air of the North guide my spirit
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| in the quest for glorious past.
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| And it was in the mist of time
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| that the death fires floodlighted darkness
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| the wind brought the smell of blood,
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| the air of extermination and the exterminators outcry.
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| The blades of sacrifice deepened in the flesh
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| and the nerves and the black seers raised
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| hearts still pulsating to unnamable Gods
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| for their obscure prophecies.
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| Prepare now your soul for the embrace of the sacred death,
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| may water suffocate your breath and flame consume your flesh,
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| all this so that Teutates, Esus and Taranis protect my people.
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| Heavy and slow were the treads of the black warriors
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| in the Aeron’s march, dust rising like whirls
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| while the horrible Crow turned His eyes to the battle remains.
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| Morighon was reigning among the stones of the timeless,
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| where the stars engraved their symbols
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| and under the brightness of the moon
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| the initiates were enlighted on the Great Secrets.
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| I want to reopen my eyes to look beyond the horizon of fear,
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| My God is in me,
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| in the strenght of my arm,
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| in the light of my sword.
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| Crom.
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| I raise my arms to Andraste,
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| so that only massacre be in my eyes.
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| Crom. |