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From the depths of the cursed stone,

We summon forth the power unknown.

The blood will flow, the circle's drawn,

The old gods wake, the night is long.

In the heart of the sacred crypt,

Where the shadows twist and writhe,

We light the flames, we chant the verse,

Binding souls, for better or worse.

The ancient sigils carved in blood,

The binding rites, the sacred flood,

A chalice raised to the blackened sky,

As the winds of hell begin to cry.

Voices of the dead, arise!

In the blackened night, we sacrifice.

Blood for power, hearts for fate,

The ritual's wrought, the end is great.

The end is great!

Dungeon sorcery, we summon thee,

Through the gates of eternity.

Chains of time, broken and torn,

By the dark, we are reborn.

Through the smoke, through the blood,

We are bound to the void's cold flood.