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Here they're coming - and see...

Right from the dark

They're whispering to me

As shadows in my mind

Sulphurous, miasma, swirls

A grief shadow is rising

From the grave

As a black, freezing smoke,

He's materializing to me

I had a vision

In fanatic dismay

And the sound that comes

From the demonic whirl

It's unveiling it's aspect, subtle...

And he's igniting the seed of the beast

Of the Evil one

They come from the dark and whisper

And disclosing the path of the reflection

And they're leading my hand to...

The ritual in which

I draw the signs on their rotting graves

Plundering her spoils

And trespass her heart

As I trespass her womb

Still unsullied

For the Evi One