| Liturgies of evocation within a lost underworld
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| Beckoning a covenant with the damned to unfurl
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| A rift now opened for the eldritch
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| And opened seeking to feast on the dreary and bleak
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| Their rousing eeriness shall be splayed
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| Lurking our waking life within the dream-state
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| A realm our mortal minds could never subdue
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| The formless void where bastard life ensued
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| For they sought the blissful blank
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| A form of rapture unexplained
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| Their bodies dwell in unmarked graves
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| But their lurid ghosts shall haunt among strange space
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| Their rousing eeriness shall be splayed
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| Lurking waking life within the dream-state
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| The paranormal now floods the gates
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| So if you’re haunted, you’ll have them to thank
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| A rift now opened for the eldritch
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| And opened seeking to feast on the dreary and bleak
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| Incantation breeds wraiths of the night
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| Specters who’ve not seen a glint of sunlight
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| The extremes of horror and ecstasy
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| Amid a godless calm of unformed infinity
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| Piercing through the chasm of this netherworld
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| Lay dark dimensions only the moonstruck could glimpse
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| A realm our mortal minds could not subdue
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| A formless void where our bastard life ensued
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| For they sought the blissful blank
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| A form of rapture unexplained
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| Their bodies dwell in unmarked graves
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| But their lurid ghosts shall haunt among strange space
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| Their rousing eeriness be splayed
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| Lurking waking life within the dream-state |