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By the blackest midnight

Appear as spreader of woe

Three iron strike through the night

Into the wild!

By thy name! Come forth to play

Let hymn of appear

Call of the beast!

Violently awake! The hidden soul of wrath

Towards the burning meadow

Invoke thy aid to our hideous song

Horrid strides yet decided low

Let there be dark! Upright heart

O thou art ruler of the night

That made the hideous roar

Comes to pluck their soul harsh and crude

Hymn of death!

For the final hour

Swing thy fatal weapon

Pluck their soul

Hungry scythe!