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Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether |
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The silent one, the harbinger of woe |
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The oracle of sorrows yet to be |
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The unnamed foreshadowing |
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Marauder! |
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Like the carrion-crow that circles the channel-field |
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He knows his moment is soon |
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"Render ash Unto Them!" |
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As the penumbra darkness lengthens |
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And the layers of quintessence are pierced |
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On void-trails of scorn he descends |
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To sow the seeds of this world's decay |
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Crawling and cowled |
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Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe |
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Watching... Waiting |
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Watching... Waiting |
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Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor |
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A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality |
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Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh |
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As whispering words strip life |
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From the very landscape of men |
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Raving the soul of the Earth |