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Pale moonlight shines on broken stone

Ancient spires in city deep

Procession of the faithful marches

Bringing gifts of sacrifice

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

In the temple the sunken priestess

Watching over all who seek the truth

Prepare the rites and speak the sacred words

Anoint thyself with blood from dagger piercing high

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Waiting for the master to awake

From endless sleep

The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple

His place she must keep

Pale moonlight shines on broken stone

Ancient spires in city deep

Procession of the faithful marches

Bringing gifts of sacrifice

In the temple the sunken priestess

Watching over all who seek the truth

Prepare the rites and speak the sacred words

Anoint thyself with blood from dagger piercing high

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Iä! Iä! Iä!

Waiting for the master to awake

From endless sleep

The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple

His place she must keep

As the stars align one last time

She stares into the night

The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple

She knows we must die