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Sweepers of the Path

He sweats

Concentration in his eyes

Invoking the Anackjyre

The eight armed

Mistress of souls, hear my call

I beg thee for approval

Let thine power flood my hands

And pave the way for my incantation

Tearing the souls beyond the frontier

Unicorn's usurpation

Chaos, sorcery, chaos, sorcery

Darkwalkers, roam the roads

Look in their eyes of dismay

Worthy of the magician's title

Beholder of the 6th gate

Flesh, once you were filled with life and love

My despicable task is so obligate, and your only hope

I owe this one to you

My meal is no feast, and so forever not...

Riding once so weak, let this dreadful thing finish

Bury the horns deep into the earth where I once discovered you

Riding once so weak, riding once so weak, riding once so weak