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The rivers of sorrow, shall overflow

For still thine ancient fore

Doth seek to work his woe

His craft and power are great

Armed with malicious hate

I tremble not for him

My soul be on thy guard

Ten thousand foes arise

The hordes of death press hard

With twisted dark designs

Demons fill the night

May the spirits protect me

They come for my soul

The oceans of vengeance, shall

overflow

For still thine twisted soul

Doth seek to work its woe

Against the son of iniquity

Tiamat shall fall

The ancient one...betrayed

Raise the sword of Sirsir

Behold the sword of Sirsir

Sword of the hared one

Swor of the serpent son

I shall be avenged

My soul be on thy guard

Ten thousand foes arise

The hordes of death press hard

With twisted dark designs

Demons fill the night

May the spirits protect me

I coming for his soul