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Welcome to the elder ruins again |
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The wind whispers beside the deep forest |
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Darkness will show us the way "Heic noenum pax" |
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Here is no peace |
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The sky has darkened thirteen as |
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We are collected woeful around a book made of human flesh"De grandaevus antiquus mulum tristisArcanas mysteria scriptum" |
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The books bloodwritten pages open"Invoco cruentus domini de daemonium" |
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We follow with our whit eyes, the cerimonials proceeding"Heic noenum pax", brin us the goat"Rex sacriticulus mortifer" in the circle of stone coffins |
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We are standing with our black robes on |
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Holding the bowl with unholy water"Psychomantum et precor exito annos major""Ferus netandus sacerdos magus, mortem animalium" |
