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think back to ancient time

long before my fathers reigned

in the desolate region

his kingdom of flame

he longed for the horns

to be written in the book infernal

as a fiend

to achieve the rule of the demon realms

was his quest

oh the hours spent toiling

the black art was his

abyssal alignment within reach

all for a draught from the cup of the descending hierarchy

earning his wings and his horns

his only goal

he had done the devil's work

he had seen blasphemies through

he had raped the virgin twins

he had earned his horns