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Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death |
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Eat the flesh of rotten dogs |
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Magic circle drawn around the grave |
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Midnight tolls |
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Come to me, show yourself |
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Oracle of the dead |
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From the grim gate of Hades |
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From the underworld you're led |
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We hear the baying growing louder |
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Hell hounds arrive in packs |
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Snakes swarm up from the soil |
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Spirits draped in black |
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Obscure vault with lighted torch |
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Chant the rites from my ancient book |
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Arcane knowledge only dead possess |
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Dread the howls |
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Goddess we're calling |
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Speak the rites |
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With the hellhounds by her side in the night |
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The dead will come back to life |
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By virtues of resurrection |
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And agonies of the damned |
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I conjure and command thee |
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Answer my demands |
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You will obey these ceremonies |
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Come back to your shape |
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Or suffer everlasting |
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Rise up from your grave |
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Hecate we're calling you |
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An offering so pure |
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Mourning of spirits lost |
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Tribes of Dis |
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Force of chaos, cloaked in black |
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Arise the corpse up from the grave |
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Take a look, don't move your eyes |
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She appears |
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Hear the hiss growing loud |
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Flesh of infant skinned alive |
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One look at her will destroy your mind |
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Chant the rites |
