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Like predator to prey we hear the clarion call

Seekers of the untamed deed

Rituals and rites to appease the furious mind

Animate the bloodless life

Brothers in spirit, in mind, in arms

Our curse is our blessing

Privation over the flood of fakes

We are the Ancient Ones

Singular primal instinct

This is the turn of the wheel

For these are the ties that bind

Stronger than a siths forged steel

Ripping Flesh from bone

Frenzied euphoria grips the conscience

Nothing exists in this moment of lunacy

Devouring the tame, the meed, the gutless

Brothers in spirit, in mind, in arms

We are the Ancient Ones