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Serpents coil in the vestibule
Of thy heart, within thy ribcage
They whisper to me the arts
Starving for this I shed all boundaries
As sewn images,
Soon became knowledge

Now I wield winds that which measure
Chaos with time...
Waters mingle, serenaded
By the ancient voices...
They cry out, those whose names shall
Never be forgotten,
Neither through age nor spirit,
Their reign begins as one is ending...

Towards, towards
To the lands of our gods
To forge the bonds and weapons used to
Bring forth damnation

To war, to war
To avenge our forefathers
And to rid the seed that which
the white light hath created

The earth tears open, black clouds reign
An emotionless sky,
The silence deafening

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