| High upon that blasted, fortified plateau
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| Within their sanctuary of salt and sorrow
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| Morbid throngs march to the call of umbral gods
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| Outside comprehension
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| Dark crusade, from deathless realm they came
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| To amalgamate dimensions
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| Certa enim gloria
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| Numquam non parata
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| Deus noster pro nobis
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| Limo vincit omnia
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| Tainted youth, catechized legions of untruth
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| Do they not yet comprehend?
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| Now ensnared by the web of their deceit
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| Acquiescent, servile, weak
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| This ritual of loathsome conjuration
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| Akashic machinations from shadow priests who utter
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| The gathas of Mollusca
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| That poisons our existence
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| Between purity and putrescence we draw power
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| The bloodshed of the ancestors
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| Forsaken dead
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| Sacrificed so the worlds might mend
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| All filaments have opened
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| The shadows bleed
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| Infinity spewing forth from the gaping breach
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| We shall dredge the depths of their pestiferous swamp
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| And the last bastion of light shall fall into ruin
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| Once besieged, the walls shall liquify beneath
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| The force of Rhaexorog’s harrowing screams
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| Twin blasphemies; |
| Kak and Ick shall come together
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| To rouse their father from the nether
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| Certa enim gloria
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| Numquam non parata
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| Deus noster pro nobis
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| Limo vincit omnia |