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Scorned and left in ash

Drowned in the poisoned rivers

Speaking through tongues of glass

Self-lost in mirrors of liquid shadow

The ancients churn and crow

From their rotted tombs below

Hark, legions of black flame

Rise and sate your will

Again and again

Against the gate

Between solace and spirit

Pass through the fire and rise

From the chamber they march

Maw of hellfire

Mother of wrath

Clad our iron in the flesh of void

Gild the onyx temple