feeding the black void
the hunger of a 1000 wolves
cast my spells
curses of evil
the ancient ones
may they give strength
to this darkness
I invoke
may you writhe
in the afterlife
never to see
the light of day
drink the blood
may it cover my skin
the jokester laughs
its howl in the night
hear it howl in the night
after the ritual
the curse is at hand
leave no trace
of the magic and gore
with the pack of fools
laughing at your demise
waiting for a piece of you
what I leave for them
feeding the black void
the hunger of a 1000 wolves
cast my spells
curses of evil
the ancient ones
may they give strength
to this darkness
I invoke
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