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Charred remains of the congregation

Lay under the ancient abode

Months of preparation,

I am no longer alone.

Evil forces creeping in ,

I chant the darkest of hymns.

Unlock the spells of Abramelin

Let the 12 kings in.

An outcast of my own

I induce madness throughout,

The sober mans drunken slaughter ,

Erasing any doubt,

Interrupted by my master

I must leave what I've awoken

The golden dawn calls my for my presence

I abandon my precious work,

The boleskine now haunted

Baal, Belial, Leviathan,

Moloch, Thammuz,

Unholy possession

Forced suicide

Orgy of evil, destructive summonings

Magic and witchcraft,

Faith is denied.

Unlock whats uncontrolled

To leave it be,

trespassers destroyed

as it roams free.

I am the wickedest man in the world,

Upon Loch Ness, my ritual,

Guardian Angel to be released,

It's wings black,with rotted teeth.

for I am the man who chose evil,

Misread by some,

the butchers hand now gone,

acquaintance flees, Am i too far gone?

The monster wades,

in the darkest of lakes.

Years then go by the kings never escape.

Tied to my fate,

chained to the opioid taste.

On my death bed, In tears of pain,

"I hate myself", I die in vain.

Through years of turmoil,

the house still creeks,

handed over to Page,

the demons still speak,

in the graveyard witches dance,

no one will understand,

The great beast of man is dead,

His chamber in flames again.