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Blessed be on the mountains
To swoon in the race outworn
When the holy fawn-skin clings
And all else sweeps away
To the joy of the quick red fountains
To the blood of a victim torn
To the glory of unholy ravenings
Where bright frost catches the day

Cold winds that bite the night-time air
Cut songs of death through barren trees
A bluish mist entraps the sky
From darkest magic more ancient than time

Granite giants tower above all
More mighty than any god
Far below the black robed ones stare up
Uttering spells in mystic tongue

Smouldering malevolence
The soul's dark cataract
Ruptures beneath the guiltless

Unholy forms shape the sky
Dead bodies shudder in silent graves
Incitement burns a solemn curse
To purge the sins of the flesh

Smouldering scars
Souls turn to face the night
Blasphemous rejoicing betides

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