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Painted men strike in the dead of night

Sent o’er the walls they climb

Scouts blend into the black

They known they won’t come home alive

Ancient will summons the cry

of beasts and men destined to die tonight

Pyramid of skulls shown in firelight

The shaman calls forth the fiend

Primordial beast from the swirling abyss below

Abandon hope, soon you'll feel his claws

Beyond thunder river

Nature is slave to him who is brother

of the nameless shadow

He who draws the sign of Jhebbal-Sag

Flee men, flee west or die