Hold them Anzu, you great invocator, Punish them.

His strenght is in his servants,
And his power laying in the muscles of false doctrine.
His bones are made of gold,
His tongue is like a spear of iron.
First creation of universe,
Bornless one, his touch melting the stone.
One made without fear,
With heart cold as a grave.
His laughs at the rattling of weapon,
In his neck lodges strength,
And dismay leaps before him.
He looks on everything that is high,
Born again at the third time,
Hold them Anzu, you grand invocator!

Leviathan, the Elusive Serpent.
Leviathan, the Twisting God of Light.
You're the one who eat thousand days and night,
Hugest of living creatures, furious tempest on the sky.

Kneel before him, your pride will licks the balls of regret,
Your doubt is the puriest executioner.
Kneel before him, there were meaning devouring the flesh,
Faith is the weapon of weakness, error of all living life.

Hold them Anzu, you grand invocator,
Controller of orders for all the gods, Punish them.

His strenght is in his blood,
And his power laying in the abominable scrotum.
He would fuck all possible ways of deception,
He was of the Order of Ekron...

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