On This Night of Fullmoon
Black Candles Burn
Ancient Magick Runes
Proclaim His Return
The Nocturnal Winds are Howling in the trees
Whispering: "The Desolate One shall return!"
The Ravens have Gathered above me
As I Utter The Ancient Curse:
"Amma i piad sa madriaax!
Amma chis pir, Tonug!
Amma i adohi de piripsol!
Drilpa Vovina Torzul od Quasb ilsi!!!"
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