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A distant pledge and offering

Lain upon Fingal's table

Where the tips of their blades do gleam

Cut deep for these caliginous rites

Unsheath the skin of the wretched bairn

For the trinity shall drink of thee

Swallow and by will taste the blood of their loins

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I know ye as cult of the death crosse

And ye know I

For when the great eye is blind

Ye do crosse the ground

I am as the engulfing shadows

New moon I have bled ye

So bleed thee not

Lest reavers see

To descend and vanquish

And heeding the call of the fiery crosse

Pass into the night begone

Cutching at the ward stone

In avoidance of sojourning daemons

Which swarm and collect

A protection 'gainst

Evil in releasement

For it is borne in the soul through death

Like the heeding of He of the knives

Accursed of the grave watchers

Who waited for the turning of the corpses

And stoked their ire towards Arisaig

And the damnable bones of the knifeloin

A thousand years are passing

As I sweep from age to age

And drawn to howling chambers

The pain wracked souls

Which the black one abandoned

In league was he

And kept in vain the night repellant

Only to be but a draw for the

Finder of corpses

Whose grim duty grew in its meeting

Then bearing the dark savage

Soulless, rent and broken he

Pelted by rains perpetual

Until that bedeviled carrion bridled

For abatement of the storm

That fallen officer

Of sorrowing mothers

Lamented not for his quarrels of the night

Nor his pernicious abdication

No weeping would there be

Nor cairn stone lain

O but safe ye be from death

For he waits beyond in patience

On the wings of hurried tyme

And when yet ye meet

It will be known then as now

That always he hath thy hand