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Signs ov black through the trees

Chimes ov death are forseen

Rise scent ov the earth

Forth the daemon is birthed

Blight for forests ov green

Mist ov horror we seek.

Dry, but rotten the leaves,

Fire, ov blackened disease

Black Magic Heresy

Spirit calls, a voice to thee

Falter nay or wrath beseeched

Bringeth forth from underworld

The magus falters, his end is brought

Black Magic Heresy

Death fulfills its every need

Seeping out the life, it weeps

Now the souls ov trees asleep,

From black magic heresy