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Following dark traditions

Wordlessly calling for Forces

Directing form-making will

That composes Dark Aeonic Energies

Forming metaphysical systems

I bane the energies of creation

Making a poison to kill Archon

Giving the origin to the cleansing disintegration

My flesh and blood to the Elevenheaded Azerate

Bless the strong one

Curse the weak

Obscuring my soul

Turn it into the living gates

That lead to the accausal energies

Erasing the borders before the immeasurable primordial