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Warned me the grim Prophet
To not awake those phantoms,
To beware of the black omens…

He was the wise one who came from Egypt,
He knew the speech of Amon and writing of Ra,
To put my curiosity in muzzle,
Of which I haven't been able to embrace...
From his sanctuary deep in the forest.

I have stolen the yellowed scrolls and the black mirror.
To know this, that undiscovered should remain!

May sanctified be my name!
To let me know yours, my lord!
A servant of Thee, unspeakable in this prayer,
Summons for witness Thy companions black.

May the dust from Thy incense
Purify the air.
And water from this jewel chamber
Infiltrate the womb of a soil!

Raise the dead!

Raise the dead!

In circle made by salt naked, I kneel,
I hold my kosthoger and Obsidian mirror.
Awaiting the gaze to see the sign and prophecy
With pleasant smell for thee.

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