| The archaic dagger gleams with a dismal light
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| Inauspiciously biding, as with a mind. |
| There’s a voice in
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| The wind on this ancient night. |
| A circle of candles and an
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| Altar to climb
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| Scriptures bound in human skin
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| A life to lose and worlds to win!
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| Procreating eternity in bloodstains on olden stone
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| Sacrificial atonement: a gutted corpse; |
| another soul in
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| The shrine made from human bones. |
| Chants the choir of
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| Hooded spectators:
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| «Leave no truth to dwell the grave, but bear it through
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| The halls of timeless dusk! |
| Preserve what flickers in the
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| Dark. |
| With fire burn to black what needs the flesh!»
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| Rising from the vat; |
| a forbidden fume, a dancing veil of
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| Peccant smoke. |
| Lurking in the mist; |
| claws and teeth and
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| Eyes, a spectral light in darkness cloaked, a quivering
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| Shadow cast from beyond. |
| Alive, there are no ways to
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| Break the bonds!
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| Materializing; |
| a winged abomination, risen from the
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| Depths of time. |
| The inimical — the unnameable inhuman
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| Evil in its prime
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| The archaic dagger burns with a cruel glare in the circle
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| Of bodies, slain in a mess. |
| There’s a breath of the Beast in
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| The nightly air: an ungodly chill and a smell of death
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| The inimical — the unnameable |