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The prelate he shall wander
Underneath the demonshrine
The canyons of his memory
Erased by hand of time
To Council let him go forth
And tell the Old Ones thus:
“The scroll now has been opened
and it's all over for us...
Don't wait
Save yourselves!!"

Fearing Perfect Doctrine
The holy man hides his hand
But the triumph of the Evil One
Is the destiny of this land
The stench of burning sulfur
Rises from the fallow fields
As the empires built on sand dunes
Are crushed beneath Satan's wheels
Death Machines
Flying Low
To Destroy

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