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  • Absent are the skies that tend the winds...
    It overruns the enraged lands...
    Surpassed beyond the life bonds...
    Spitting forth
    Its blizzard of
    Wars Of Wars...
    Of Wars...
    Of Wars...
    One's belief and effort shall survive this...
    Search the oldest form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
    By the Codex
    Life Itself...
    One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
    One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
    Unique is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving...
    Extraction...
    Exclaims the wrath of the
    Valley! The geyser holes expulse their breaths...
    Cold emptyness of the enchanted
    Source. That turns the ashes, reducing it to dirt...
    As the Underworld winds teleport the plaque...
    Upon the gargoyles supposed
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Withered auras are stolen from their centered bodies...
    An interiorisation blackened gate is born.
    The arcs fade from their pounding sphere... ...
    Feelings vanished out of their world,
    As hate was created onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Screamed by mouths of the earth...
    Hurls of bowling are cast from the hollows.
    That break the sounds in their thoughts...
    To lose control in themselves...
    Unbound lividity...
    Demonized gargoyles art what thou art...
    To be forever souless, burning...
    Then thou are now weak in nature.
    From the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors...
    Of the well known
    Bottoms...
    Bottoms...
    Bottoms...
    Well known
    Bottoms One's blossom revived the whirlwinded vortex...
    Resurrect from the dryness of the underdepths...
    But few found this reality...
    By simply reading
    One's knowledge...
    In the heart's
    Valley...
    In the heart's
    Valley...
    The creators understood the meaning above their way,
    Leaving behind the winged carrions...
    To be forever deminished, burning...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as... the
    Ancient Ones! ...
    Ons's Ancient
    Thee) As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    Burning...
    Burning...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    The Ancient
    Ones...
  • Absent are the skies that tend the winds...
    It overruns the enraged lands...
    Surpassed beyond the life bonds...
    Spitting forth
    Its blizzard of
    Wars Of Wars...
    Of Wars...
    Of Wars...
    One's belief and effort shall survive this...
    Search the oldest form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
    By the Codex
    Life Itself...
    One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
    One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
    Unique is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving...
    Extraction...
    Exclaims the wrath of the
    Valley! The geyser holes expulse their breaths...
    Cold emptyness of the enchanted
    Source. That turns the ashes, reducing it to dirt...
    As the Underworld winds teleport the plaque...
    Upon the gargoyles supposed
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Creation...
    Withered auras are stolen from their centered bodies...
    An interiorisation blackened gate is born.
    The arcs fade from their pounding sphere... ...
    Feelings vanished out of their world,
    As hate was created onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Onto their
    Land... Screamed by mouths of the earth...
    Hurls of bowling are cast from the hollows.
    That break the sounds in their thoughts...
    To lose control in themselves...
    Unbound lividity...
    Demonized gargoyles art what thou art...
    To be forever souless, burning...
    Then thou are now weak in nature.
    From the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors...
    Of the well known
    Bottoms...
    Bottoms...
    Bottoms...
    Well known
    Bottoms One's blossom revived the whirlwinded vortex...
    Resurrect from the dryness of the underdepths...
    But few found this reality...
    By simply reading
    One's knowledge...
    In the heart's
    Valley...
    In the heart's
    Valley...
    The creators understood the meaning above their way,
    Leaving behind the winged carrions...
    To be forever deminished, burning...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as... the
    Ancient Ones! ...
    Ons's Ancient
    Thee) As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    As forgotten, now...
    Burning...
    Burning...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    Now forgotten as...
    The Ancient
    Ones...