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The grim Prophet, my guardian known...
Does he want to protect me?
Does he want the stop of me?
Nobody shall ever know...

A fire was sucking out the remains of stinking air,
From the mossy walls of sanctuary.
Licking the scrolls from Megiddo and scripts from Ur,
Melted waxed figures of unknown beings.

Palladium in fire!

Sanctuary of my mentor turned into a center of a furnace,
As the can be made by evil Asthur!
Acid smoke was licking remains of sweat and blood
From a grave upon corpses laid...

They die in flames!

Somebody shake near the feel of black scapegoat,
But a soot in his twisted mouth,
Was closing agonal screams in his throat
Or the yell of Prophet defeated...

He walks away, not knowing I share his destiny
Forgotten woods, surrounding his home.
Becoming the grave for my soul.
I was marked with a sign...

Sanctuary of my mentor turned into a center of a furnace,
As the can be made by evil Asthur!
Acid smoke was licking remains of sweat and blood
From a grave upon corpses laid...

They die in flames!

Palladium in fire!

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