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Through the deepest sea

And the blackest ground,

Where all life has ended

And all hope has drowned,

On this dusty land

Where neither flower

Nor soul has bloomed

In ages,

It's now the sphere of doom.

There's a mighty horsemen

Wielding his scythe

Will come your way,

From the depths of fate.

Will Reap our souls and bring us to nothingness

All the lurking shadows

Long for galloping hooves

Bringing the damned

Into Pandemonium.

We beg thee, father of alchemy

For we worship thy unstoppable ways.

His cloak conceals the mysteries

End the meaningless nothingness

The frozen winds just flowing free

Will guide you towards his shrine.