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I conjure thee,

Oh Fire

That thou torment, burn and consume

Your pillars feed off altars of blood

Venomous one with a thousand young

Thousand wings

And thousand forked tongues

Thousand blades

Earth in flames

Seer throw the bones

Prophecy cannot be undone

Shadow of the blackest hue

Servitors of the deadly shriek

Fanged mass writhing

With a thousand young

Thousand eyes

Thousand wings and thousand forked tongues

Thousand blades

Earth in flames

Seer throw the bones

Prophecy cannot be undone

Ravish the peace

Below your star I conjure thee

May the Dead that want to see us

May the Dead that want to hear us

May the Dead that want to see us

Come!