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Necronomichron
11:57
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Endless alternate pathways...other realities...
Another me, another you, another everything
The key lies within this sacrament,
The herb of the unholy dead
Our world is shaped by persistence, the quest for our true will
The spirits’ voices push us further into our madness
Our future is hidden in smoke,
We waste our lives talking to the dead
Breathe deeply, inhale the fog of the dead risen from their graves
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The Book of Thoth
09:11
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In the chamber beneath the necropolis
We prepare to receive your ancient wisdom
To speak in the tongue of the Earth,
The voice of the beasts
To reach the realm of the gods
To channel the dead
At the foot of the obelisk
We, your servants, invoke you
“Fools! Gaze upon my form in fear
My realm was never for man to behold”
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Prophetic
10:20
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Clouds are careening, billowing and boiling
Shattering mountain tops, swallowing skylines
Falling from the sky, crushing the deceased
Cracking open the floor, enveloping the ground
Ancient tales come to life resurrect lost beliefs
Neglected daemon rising from below
Decaying, deceased deities decomposing
Earth and sky have opened up, filth has washed away
Destroy and rebuild the land
Take back the throne, purge them all
The heretics
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Basilisk
11:27
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Gather your courage men and ready your blades (now we ride)
Our legends and our songs shall all praise our names (now we fight)
Glory awaits us now, bid farewell to our home (on we ride)
To the edge of our realm and to the unknown (on we fight)
Onward to the barren lands where the vile serpents dwell
In search of the Basilisk
Beware of his evil eye which stares into the soul,
Poisoning the heart from within
As the seasons pass we follow the stars (still we ride)
As our brothers fell and died in our arms (still we fight)
As our clan and our kin forget our names (still we ride)
We march to victory with rust on our blades (still we fight)
Though we’ve yet to find the snake
We’ve been under his watch since we first reached for our swords
Our battle has already begun, and we must persevere
Until the day that we’re dead in the ground
Embrace the serpent’s gaze, face the abyss within
Know that the boldest men cast the darkest shadows
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The Tower of Silence
11:15
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Drag my corpse across the sand to the tower of silence
Lay my body down with my kin, pile our remains up to the sky
Let my blood join with theirs, let the birds clean my bones
Let the winds carry away the demons who are freed when we die
May my final gift to the Earth be to cleanse her of my memory
If the bodies of the just are poisoned and unclean
Then what hope remains for a wretch like me?
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