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Slaughtered with iron in mist of the night,

His malice unmatched, his heart none alike

His magic is black, but his hammer is white

Militant mission, of snuffing the light

Lunaris of the light, the answers that you hold

The grimoires that I keep, with scriptures of the old

Hold the mystic knowledge, of stories that were told

For Satan is my father, I dedicate my soul

Lord of Famine, o Lord of Feast

I've uncovered secrets, all unleashed

power unparalleled but no mere priest

Cloaked in tartan

Looking toward the highlands

Oh red will rain, on the celtic islands

I hone the pain, of 1000 fathers

I ask the gods, deliver me to honor