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Reaching down into the earth

Draw up power of fire

Reaching up into the sky

Drawing down the moon

An unprovoked offense must be met with deadly tactics

Hexes, curses, the blackest of magics

Reaching out into hearts of beasts

Draw back power of the wild

Reach out into oceans deep

Bring back power of the tide

Work you raw with no concern

Then lie about their ill intent

Then scoff at your discontent

Void of any moral sense

Mercy won’t be mette out now

Only one language they will speak

I will speak words of suffering

Death to all of their ilk

Lay a pox on their bloodline

Place a curse that will never die