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When a sharp border cleaves the forehead, the black line of the eclipse

They rise in the mind as huge figures the ancient great kings of shadows

Glory to you, monuments of darkness distant emanations of Black Wisdom

Now the night flowers of Hades bloom and feed my thirsty spirit

What are the mysteries of your 11 crowns? Made fo the riches of secrets

tear the stars from the night sky and reveal the emptiness behind them

Glory to you kings of darkness black quill and living ink. You are the fiery writing

Mark the walls of our hearts with your hidden names and may we become one, with your profusion