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Ascendancy beckons

As shards of silver haunt the horizon

The enemy sun makes its exit

Arise, silver leviathan

The timeless ethic

We praise and chant through the years

Oh great silver eye

Through winter clouds it appears

Black is the sea

A new beginning

An ancient line

Unbroken tradition

In moonlit confessions

The cult assembles along the coast

The starlight ablaze

Across oceans of darkness far above

The principal motive

The secret arts of nocturnal service

Salt in the air

Cold is the air

Gathered together

Sky-ghost rises

Cult-voices soaring