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A line is drawn from boundaries beyond

His works herald a forbidden light

And we shall hold all fruit in common

To the promotion of mystic liberties

Oschwald

The share of esoteric words

with lurking forces occult

and though his body is dead

he shall never decay

Arcane is his power

like splendor of the crypt,

haunting the cemetery

cries from out of the seminary

lost souls of his mystic cult,

haunting the cemetery

Oschwald

Have you brought us milk and honey?

Have you left us to the dust?

What are you secrets?

Oschwald