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Immacolata

The beauty from the Fugue

Exiled to the plane we're living in today

Gathering her followers to attain her sweet revenge

Immacolata

Harnessing the Menstruum

Gathering souls one by one

Insanity her prophecy

This world surrounds us with boundless mystery

Transfixed by illusion the weave we'll never see

These hidden places lie between the light

Protectors of the unseen realm

Clashing with her might

She killed her sisters

While still in the womb

Umbilical created noose

She made her mind their tomb

Summoning the beasts

The likes we've never seen

Using souls of those she killed

To create this horrid scene

Abomination

Half aborted creatures brood

Behold the rapture

Vengeance never ending

No foes left standing

Enchantrix of necromancy

Release the Rake

Upon the human kind

Destroy all within your way

Until the Fugue is mine