In an age when the earth was born
deep in the
The grim visage of the night
enthralls the vast silhoutette of
Like a blistering stream, the black spirits still surround the
[Conjurer:]
"O thou hidden laws of the realm beyond death,
thou who
"Devour, O glorious pyre, thou who came straight from hell,
Bethor - My dreams thou infest,
thy magick enchants my blade,
my
"Listen to my lifeless choirs,
listen to my voice beyond...
Behold the
Invading
into the depths of writhing souls banished here,
their energy of
And I saw descending - the stars,
the materia of darkness,
unknown
In the eyes of death I journey,
a vortex of supreme
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