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Under bright sky, blackened

Morning Star is shining

Mindless drones are marching

Toward death

I'm the chosen prophet

Stealer of the contract

Won't you come and sign it

With your blood

They are watching

Waiting for you

March into their realm

Cult of Elysium

They don't know I know

How to walk between our worlds

Have no fear my dears

Your blood spilled will be resealed

Quench your worldly thirsts

Grab all you can from their hoard

Do what you think best

Be all that you have repressed

Sacrificial dagger

Codex Mortianus

Given to me by the

Blind man

Gather your abandoned

Promise them a fortune

Above reprehension

Of Hell's Lords

They are watching

Waiting for you

March into their realm

Cult of Elysium

They don't know I know

How to walk between our worlds

Have no fear my dears

Your blood spilled will be resealed

Quench your worldly thirsts

Grab all you can from their hoard

Do what you think best

Be all that you have repressed