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For he is wreathed no longer
By a piteous cabal of ash
Usurper vassal
Oh how sweet it is to be a god

Gaze upon the heart
Bow before a yearning lurid void
Hallowed
This ground of outcomes unforeseen

Behold flesh divine, and shudder

At the end, beyond the burden of earthly life
So must we endure
Defied no longer by the shifting sun

Now we draw blood
Adrift the sanguine mist
For what are we but fettered remnants
Of an ill-begotten myth

An abhorred abasement of the thrice-betraying lords
Sovereign dreamer
Null Ur, the one reborn

I beheld the mountain red, encircled by a bold azure conceit
Cursed with a grand and intoxicating innocence

We old ones, who have known the old ache of treachery
Transcend these tools of darker artifice
'House the Sixth' will fall unmourned

So his house must fall unmourned
'House the Sixth' will fall unmourned

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