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Words by J. Alcantara

Blackened skies, world in disguise

The order has been chosen

Uncovering lies, eyes opened wide

By a god that has been long forgotten

The bloodline of the ancients flow

This fellowship of the damned grows

The vermin god, Azagthoth

Hails to the bringer of the rot

Damned as you are

Giver of the unholy scar

Beyond the sigil of the crest

The hell's manifest