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Crossing the channel of fire

The wings of the dragon shall

Carry me high

The sky so dark and cold

Known only to the spirits that

grew old

We rush towards the ravenclaws

They silently await to crush us

all

We await the coming

Cursed as hellbound lizards we

All shall crawl

Not the blessed

Nor the gifted

We choose the true evil

Not the feeble

We lords of dogs

We lords of the hamlets

We lords of swords

We call upon thee

Souls of the infernal

Ghosts of the wicked

Spirits of all that is evil

Dance to the master's organ

We call upon you

Incarnated souls of disaster

Spread the fire all high and low

The ravenclaws has waited to

long