Coarse beard parts with a crisp wind
Hoarse kin, their limbs singed
Crack flame summoning hymns
Crack flame summoning hymns

When those spells have gone awry
Fell wicked will gone astray
Hahahahaha...
Wild corpses would drag him away

He rides with occult force
His whorse sons on course
Slaves sleigh on, onwards
Dead creak trail rot dust

Coarse groans on the crisp wind
Dead kin to part-life cling
Crack flame to summon him
Crack flame to summon him

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