| Thine twelventh winter hath gone
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| Thy time of manhoode hath come
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| Learne how to fighte
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| Embraced by Helm Bearer’s host
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| Thy consecration to holde
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| Now wait for the nighte
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| (Get ready to fighte)
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| Marked by the spear and hanged thou shalt be
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| The secrets of the Highe One to see
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Embrace the cult of the Ancient One
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| Offer thyself and wise thou’ll become
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Now thy rite lies aheade (Tonighte)
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| Thy vivid bloode will be shed
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| Fear not the blade
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| Pain and wrathe thou shalt feele
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| Ecstatic rage to reveale
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| Enter this state (Fear not the blade)
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| Careful they’ve been the secret to keepe
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| Helm Bearer’s son thou shalt be
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Embrace the cult of the Ancient One
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| Offer thyself and wise thou’ll become
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Marked by the spear and hanged thou shalt be
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| The secrets of the Highe One to see
|
| Welcome thy rite
|
| Embrace the cult of the Ancient One
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| Offer thyself and wise thou’ll become
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Welcome thy rite
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| Welcome thy rite |