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Oath after the wave of destruction

Awaits baptism of fire

Into the cult of old

Offered protection by the serpent

At the Eschaton of the transformation

Words spat forth from the forked tongue

Flickering candlelight in the darkness

A horned shadow turns away

Chant back, open my eye

Will you worship now

On your knees with hands together

Will you worship evil

The black light ascended

Inherit the madness of the calling breed

Lost visitors and forgotten tales

At the lost grave of the druids

In the silent comfort of the ritual

Awoken now, arise

Awoken now, be heard

A hunter joined

Sons of serpents