| Mighty path-opener
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| Striking fast as the sharpest of spears
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| Bringer of the black light
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| I bask in your halo of glory and might
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| Treader of the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed
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| Through exile, coronation and conquest
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| To the throne of the Ravens of Death
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| Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand
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| For my deeds are thine
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| Firstborn of the Black Light
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| Lord of the Shadows of Death
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| And father of the Bloodline
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| And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
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| I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me
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| His scythe smites all my enemies
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| And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul
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| Death bringer
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| Death dealer
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| Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects
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| Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder
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| Bearer of the serpent’s mark
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| By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black
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| For to kill one is to murder all
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| The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear
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| Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit
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| To harvest from the tree of knowledge
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| Before the final reaping lead by Death’s sinistral hand
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| From below the first grave mound
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| At the crossroad of life and death
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| The gates within were opened without
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| The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones
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| And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within the
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| With the signing of the first dead
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| In Death
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| Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes
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| You opened wide the gates
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| And I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin
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| And Hell followed with him |