Through every gate left open Through every circle broken Through incantation all death will commence They will come, those of hell Born of god
Before me I see the golden wastlands This where I will be to greet them welcome to my world You are to me the Lord of Dreams O Lord of Death, let them sleep
At the ends of the pentagram There will be a different night At the ends of the pentagram Darkness will be the brightest light
Behold, spectators of doom It is time for us all to go There will be nothing left
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