| Reach the ancient heart of the stygian obscurity
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| Wherein all the names of mine are written
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| In pits profound, where festered dreams sigh
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| And longings scorched seek reason to return.
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| Admire the flameflowered mansions arcane
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| The sulphurous secrets gowned in rapture profane
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| Fear not the fire of all-knowing wisdom
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| Furiously burning with such ravishing splendour.
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| On the wings of my most fervent passion
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| Which the fools dare name blasfemia
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| To thee I have returned from the heart-dead sunworms domain
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| A coffin-shaped lair they have woven around me For I’ve pladged no allegiance
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| To their fabulous sacred theories
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| Those spurious servants of a crownless king
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| Who holdeth their cross in vain.
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| No Phoenix phenomenon shall their fall contain!
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| Leave their carcasses scattered and slain!
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| And now I’m visualised
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| To blind-faithed eyes
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| Lofty and proud, to be recognized.
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| As the mourning-scented bloodstorm winds
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| Of their final downfall blow
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| Like a nightclad werewolf upon the moonlit glade
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| I shall hunt them down in the snow.
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| …and the frostbitten ground
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| now consumes their wretched gore
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| My victorious hiss fulfills the oceans ethereal
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| And the stars gleam nameless above
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| As shadows call forth the seas of Cthulhu
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| Be wide awake my dearest
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| Of my fiery necromantic kiss!
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| Thine arms soothing around me enfold
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| To cease my yearning cursed
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| The sweetest witchcraft thy lips do hold
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| Can only quench my thirst.
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| 'Neath the enchantingly blazing corona of night
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| drown thy desire into mine!
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| With all the senses cast to a feverous grandeur
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| In the sins of the flesh we entwine.
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| Eternally… We entwine… |