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Aeons in Dis

Who will be the key? Will it be me?

What will become of my reality?

When it is time, all will be revealed

‘Til then I wait in fear and misery

Realize the path ahead

Opens new doors to progress

If my life ends, doors open

The reign of the Old Ones will begin

Bleeding from the sacrificial altar

The matron becomes the key of the final door

She has no choice, evil priests have deemed it so

Woman you shall be recalled as a goddess

Aeons in Dis, we bestow upon you majesty

Let the wicked pour through your body

Start these evil rights with your blood

And let your earthly vessel release your soul...

Ancients arise

Why must it be me? What if it had been she?

Should i have fun when i could have fleed?

I can’t deny, sudden intrigue

Becoming the vessel for the evil three

Name your gods and let them be,

No choice but to rest in syncope

Is my fate to watch beyond

As I set the course for humanity

Evil Ones will use my husk

Until they can transfer into this world

May these fools rot for idiocy

As their foul existence is purged