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You chant well my son

You will not survive

( Send him to the Gods)

Gone is the Light

Gone is the Sun



Where Old Gods Ride

I raise my voice

(Send him below)

They will fear me

As I rise



All will bend the knee or die

The hiss of my sword through black skies

I will push the venom of mythic snakes

Unto the world through virulent veins



Clandestine rite spoke through plumes of smoke

Taken from the nails driven through prophets throats

I've gained the power over darkness and thine

Take your scrolls and place your name near

mine



I, Master

I,Master



Bells are tolling in the belfry

Mists rise in an ethereal masquerade

Concealing forms that cascade from beyond the grave

Clutching my chest as a dagger twists my fate

Above the stars extinguish in a great cacophony



Hatred hardened my being and soul

Power a corrupt ambition on its own

To dwell on the short comings poisoned my memory and throne

I will leave this place in ashes as a scorched Earth will bow down



Never again will I regain the ebullience of my youth

A specter, a cursed guise lost in a sea of darkness and fools

Animosity the weapon of revenge for dishonor

A choice forever to haunt my heart



A wretched spirit deformed and cold

Diligence to persuade the unseen

Unjust applause for the deaths I caused

Seeking dominion over the world wound bleeds



I take these secrets to my grave

I reclaim this northern realm as mine

Beholden the words of wrath

They will fall on all of mankind

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