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I am the thunder, i am the lord of the stome

Rain my pre-ejaculate, eagle my servant

Fly, find, kill and bring me my prey!

Oh, my dark priestess!

Rise your eyes to the stars

Observe the moment of my black wings

Bicephalous creature

Circling over the nest

Chooses the strongest offspring

To create the chosen race

It is time of the final war

We will be the last, forever!

We will rule with cruel scorn

Until the end of time!

Let the lightning be your mace!

Let my eagles give you enormous power!

We, the king, order you

Children of the next generation

I will bless you all

Lead me through the pre-solar nebula...

And forget all holiness!

Because there is no blessing in our world!

It is time of the final war

We will be the last, forever!

We will rule with cruel scorn

Until the end of time!

From my putrid bowels

The portent my will

Dark, wroth, cruel, mysterious aeon!