| The sleeping son
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| The seal shall be broken
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| Unleash this soul of woe
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| The sacred void
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| Blackening suns and stars
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| Malignant shadows sweep the sky
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| The flames of old burning high
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| A stench of brimstone searing the air
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| Cleansing blades of cold steel
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| Fear strikes in full when Death comes calling your name
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| All hope is lost
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| Wings thunder like desolate storms
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| Thirsting for sulphur and hate
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| Echoing wails, haunted pleas for mercy
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| The One shall rise
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| The smoke dispersed from his eys
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| Grand conjuration, something wicked has come
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| Our fat lies ripe in his hands
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| Vile scornful laughter, necromantic delight
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| Born as one
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| Return of the son
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| In fire reborn
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| The ancient oath is sworn
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| For the first time in aeons
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| Open your eyes
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| Gaze upon the truth
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| The pillars of our existence crumbling to dust
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| The river is wide and deep
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| No masters guide your way
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| Rise!
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| Flickering torches
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| Screams of despair and grief
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| The One shall rise
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| The smoke dispersed from his eyes
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| Grand conjuration, something wicked has come
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| Our fate lies ripe in his hands
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| Vile scornful laughter, necromantic delight
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| Born as one
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| Return of the son
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| In fire reborn
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| The ancient oath is sworn |