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A desert enraged

A stygian haze

Ran through its tensions whilst fronting his praise

The temple of Ibis, lost and corrupted

Through guidance of Set he unleashes his darkness

Turned to the ridden

Torn and forbidden

He shall make his entrance

Acheron’s glory

Pour it onto me

Thoth-Amon grows his might through wicked pantomimes

Raise the dead

Donning their snake head

While the fortress runs red

And you face your end

Wrung with fear

The futile attempts

At saving your lands

The king’s mind is dead

Beckon the vile

As they defile the Nile

The black ring of Set

Come to revive his breath

A desert enraged

Stygian haze

Fallen to terror, no chance of escape

The temple of Ibis, shattered and silent

The horrors, atrocities faced by his guidance

How must we contend

This sacreligion?

Kalanthes extends

His mightiest plan

Torment awaits

Through trial of faith

His allies portray

The glory and grace

Of triumphant souls

Who grant him their boons

Returns to his friend

Persuades its end

Turned to the ridden

Torn and forbidden

Sorcerors clamor to bind these vessels

Acheron’s glory

Lost to the enemy

Thoth-Amon’s power has taken control of thee

Writhe with pain

Awaken insane

For his plan has fallen

You have no haven

Writhe with pain

Corpses remain

When all is even

You have no haven

No haven

No haven