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Let's just go now, right now.

SMOKE.

Yea.

Mountain move, crash the sky,

Tornado conjures rain,

I covet a whole new breed,

The Chosen Few, masters of sorcery.

Within fire, I conjure you,

I listen, I hear from you,

Send your child down crowned on the throne,

And then shall terror reign soon.

The Chosen Few.

Jupiter, I'll send you to Her,

And slaves, to The Faceless Ones,

Violins, in the, band.

Black mass, comes to the Earth,

Yeah.

And through fire, a new breed;

The Chosen Few, among you.

Your god? Soulless.

Let Us Prey.

We'll see who's worthy.

We'll see who's worthy.

We'll see who's worthy.