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Offspring of Tartarus, with an argent glare

Frostbitten wind corrupting the air

The circle forms, the veil is torn

In starlight's blaze, outcasts sworn

Scrambled minds in foul state

Shrieking ancient words of scorn

Completed

Mistreated

Defeated

The Wretched, the Vile

Pouring through the gate

Tortured forevermore

Abandoned they remain

Hopeless, dazed, wandering through the darksome and smothering undergrowth

With a numbed mind thou struggle, losing thy balance, knowing thy striving’s in vain

Minds awry in foul dismay

Howling oaths and desperate pray

Trembling souls in ruthless plight

Shrieking curses to the night

Completed

Mistreated

-What dost thou want?

-What canst thou give?

-Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

-Yes.

-Wouldst thou like to see the world?

-What will you from me?

-Dost thou see a book before thee?...

-I cannot write my name.

-I will guide thy hand.

(Sound sample taken from the motion picture “The Vvitch”)

The Wretched, the Vile

Pouring through the gate

Tortured forevermore

Abandoned they remain

The Sinful, the Cursed

Imprisoned in rotten tombs

Oppression, torment

Agony infinite