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They have been searching in the corners of the night

What my lips in the whisper of the forlorn studies

The transmutation of ashes into matter

The alchemical smell of knowledge

Sometimes there is no place in the world

Sometime helpless,abandoned in silence

In time the call comes

The pain turned into wrath

In the last hours I heard it

The voices of the Cliford

In the last hours I heard it

In the profane dark blanket

The Coven gathered in his glory

At The Misanthropic Prophecy

Consummated in flesh

The Ancestral Rites

The Coven gathered in his glory

At The Misanthropic Prophecy

Consummated in flesh

The Chaotic Prosession will begun

The doors are open

The voracity of their children

Are the tumultuous breath of my putrid mouth

Of disease among the trees

We ‘ll pronounce cadent monosyllable of his name

In the last hours I heard it

The voices of the Cliford

In the last hours I heard it

Altair will illuminate the feat

Lucifer the one who comes in the twilight

The Coven gathered in his glory

At The Misanthropic Prophecy

Consummated in flesh

The Ancestral Rites

The Coven gathered in his glory

At The Misanthropic Prophecy

Consummated in flesh

The Chaotic Prosession has begun