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****ed by hecate yet |
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I shall not be yours no fantasies nor the promised grace |
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I will chase you down rid me ov slavery strengthen up my mind with a bliss from below call me not, never, bow ye down, honour ride the southern blaze, lighting up my throne see me star arise, hear my nature's call |
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I summon the beast, call loud out its name will never to fall, yet to be restored heal me not, never, bow ye down, honour te'o enashet anakaelo hecate seloen es esseka a eloeono tee beyes emeggiel ekse derete ena'tiru kaeon per'aa a emiel eschetar esie kau neres |