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Funereal charms on every sight

Black Light yielded the Nightside

Come dance with the Damned

In captivated trance

Dancing in silence

Splendid like violence

And the Eleven winds that blow

From high and low

Grant the victory from the bearer of Abundance

Thus dance with me the arcane dance

Trance and dance

As my glorious wounds open

And the Black Light from slumber within

Where Great Dragon waits dreaming and blessing

I praise and summon thee

Come dance with me to smite the enemy

The dance of arcane unites all

The Mighty dance devour them all

To dim the White Light unto downward fall

From Saint of Harvest, Gods of All

Now dance with Thy mark

Towards the vast none and no turning back

The dance of Death and darkness

Reap the shape of poisonous madness

For Thy luminous wisdom O Lord

I entreat Thee come forth

Now dance to the King of the Mound

Manifest through me into blood, fire & death

As He now belongs to the grave

The Ironheart that once brave