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Mighty path-opener |
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Striking fast as the sharpest of spears |
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Bringer of the black light |
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I bask in your halo of glory and might |
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Treader of the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed |
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Through exile, coronation and conquest |
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To the throne of the Ravens of Death |
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Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand |
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For my deeds are thine |
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Firstborn of the Black Light |
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Lord of the Shadows of Death |
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And father of the Bloodline |
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And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death |
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I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me |
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His scythe smites all my enemies |
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And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul |
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Death bringer |
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Death dealer |
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Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects |
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Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder |
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Bearer of the serpent's mark |
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By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black |
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For to kill one is to murder all |
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The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear |
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Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit |
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To harvest from the tree of knowledge |
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Before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand |
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From below the first grave mound |
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At the crossroad of life and death |
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The gates within were opened without |
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The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones |
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And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within the |
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With the signing of the first dead |
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In Death |
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Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes |
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You opened wide the gates |
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And I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin |
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And Hell followed with him |
