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The elders have spoken with spit of seven different tongues

I have been chosen by servants of the ancient crown

They pierce me where it hurts the most

The fiery blade stings through my heart

I become one with plagues, guilt and sorrow

The formless fires

As the gods foretold

The formless fires

The Earths most dire

Be not inticed to follow their path

This one was meant for the chosen few

For those who swore the commitment

For those who swore the oath

They pierce me where it hurts the most

The fiery blade stings through my heart

I become one with plagues, guilt and sorrow

They appear before me

I hear them summon the shapeless monstrosity

My carnal existence fades to black

I am one with the void, I am one with death

I am one with the void, I am death

The elders have spoken with spit of seven different tongues

I have been chosen by servants of the ancient crown

They pierce me where it hurts the most

The fiery blade stings through my heart

I become one with plagues, guilt and sorrow

The formless fires

The formless fires