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The Spellbook
05:27
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Ominous fog, devouring all. / Behold the snake; Ye serpent ov old, awake. / Ever watchful eye ov cerberus, piercing through your will. / On this moonlit night, you exchanged your soul for a place in his design. / He is invoked through thy utterance. / Hell exists within these pages. / Blood red sky. / Apocalyptic times. / Lucifer's wrath upon thy village. / A cloud ov sin, beyond any shred of hope. / Death ov humanity nearing, brought forth by thy master's hand. / Incantations. / Verses from the scroll, to the summon ye spirits ov old. / These pages bleed his evil blood, and through thy utterance, he's given form.
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Devil's Canyon
06:40
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We are but soldiers, in this unholy regime. / Liberators, opposers ov the machine / We stand in darkness, while others seek the light / Satan, our ruler, we call on thee this night. / At the foot of the master's throne, servants to the cause. / We await thy command / This devil's canyon, where the wildest ov dreams doth bloom. / Just place your hands upon this stone. / Atop this mountain, Let the ritual commence. / Head ov goat, Flesh ov child / With rage, i thrust my bloody blade through the unsuspecting cunt. / I have spoken with god, and he abandoned us. / Thus our freedom was born through hellfire. / Infernal majesty. / Keeper ov the gates. / Overseer ov the fields / Procreator ov hate. / I propose to thee, Disciples ov the fallen; delve with me into the darkness ov one's own mind. / Embrace the seven, hedonistic wretch. / I bid ye join us on this quest for total death.
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Of Infinite Sympathy
09:22
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The chill of autumn engulfed my being / My soul was lost, in the thickest ov forest fog / In losing it all, I found myself, and through myself, I lost it all. / I offer my body to these woods i happened upon / It's the least i could give for thee, My omnipresent queen. / Seductress in red beckons me forth / I surrender to her power, and on this eve, i am hers. / My feeble bones lay at her feet / Upon her altar, i placed my grief. / Queen ov ice, cosmic mother. / Freedom was born from her eyes / Cobblestones, so burned our heels as we walked the left hand path / "Come with me, weary child; set your eyes to the moon. Welcome me to dwell in ye, ov infinite sympathy. "
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