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The blackened paths unfolding

but marked with certain dread

The sacrificial chambers

where no mortal dares to tread

through centuries of searching

for confined abysmal states

Peak of hallowed lunacy

Where all lives meet their fate

Cold Waste Blaspheme!

Sought forth in trials

Exalted black monarch

Master of the defiled!

Archaic knowledge not meant for human eyes

A hollow vessel consumed by silent cries

The Severance of the veins provide

a carotid depiction

We await the gospel

Send forth the fallen ones

As the summit trembles

we will forge our way to death

enshrouded darkness decimates

what could be our last breath

We beckon forth the mystics

to cleanse this poisoned soil

Death Eaters closing in

Spare those for whom prove loyal

(repeat)

Cold Waste Blaspheme!

Sought forth in trials

Exalted black monarch

Master of the defiled!