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Crossing the fire

From the temple of my mind

Blinding and alluring

The maddening starts to rise

The maddening prophecy of Necromancy

The Necrohermit rises

In the dark and maddening forest

Here the Necrohermits

Lay, deprived

Casting the forbidden magick

They hail to the Mad Prophet

The sun turns black

The smell of corruption

The smell of the dead

The methodical madness

Uncovered by the vanguard of the dead

The protruding abortion

Are the remnants of her departed light