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Bluster spells - quite slowly

The echoes of the past fall upon us

Gift that the hybrid-blood race carried within

Unspeakable lore older than human being

Leprous black hands spreading infant blood

Till the candles of flesh, around, start to burn

At the wicked ceremonial

Offering bodies - immolation

To release the third incarnation

Shaitan almighty, soon thou shalt be free

When the peacock god Melek spreads its wings

From far beyond came our heritage

Curse brought by the Yezidi infamous clan

At the wicked ceremonial

Its ominous presence comes forth finally

Sneaking in smoke shapes through this crypt - Melek Tawûsê!