| All-terrible goddess of night
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| Whose shears rupture the cord of life
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| Inexorable bane of aeons
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| I supplicate before thee
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| As the autumnal gale falling leaves does blow
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| So my soul 'fore thy wrath does tremble with woe
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| Hear my lament
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| Before thy black sickle it’s harvest does reap
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| Take heed of my prayer o bringer of sleep
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| I beseech thee
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| The sepulchral grounds glisten in twilight
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| As the sun succumbs to the shadows at dusk
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| The glare of the inverted torch
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| Illuminates the path towards descension
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| Herald of the highest gods
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| Carry me through chthonian halls
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| The charnel depths where serpents coil
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| Below the earth where light can’t pierce the soil
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| Let me cross the frigid waters
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| Where incorporeal shades coalesce
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| Where eaters of ash and drinkers of mud
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| Form the choir of a thousand horrors
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| Imperious sovereign of all that breathes
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| No earthly sceptre shall impede
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| Thy pitiless hand whom all turns pale
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| Against whose touch all flesh is frail
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| Transfixed by thy spectral majesty
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| I prepare to greet eternity
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| Upon abyssal shores
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| Goddess of tenebrous grace
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| Enshroud me in thy black embrace
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| Let me rest in thy aphotic womb
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| Forevermore |