| Curiosity consumes the masses, and the Mad King Augustus proselytizes
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| Those who dare cross his name
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| Save the primitive touch of innocence
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| I will not falter in this
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| For I remained untouched by these earthly desires
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| The makers will retaliate both in life and undeath
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| Deliverance from the conscious
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| Banished to the black sea, detached from all of his society
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| «You'll plea for death, death by virtuous hands.»
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| They have risen from the ashes of the throne
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| The tome of the Necrogod
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| Consecrating a symposium befouled
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| Left in the hands of the fallen
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| «You'll pay for this, betrayer! |
| I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of
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| blasphemy
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| I have given myself. |
| I belong to the damned
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| Exiled for eternity.»
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| Exile
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| Conceived in the threshold of transformation
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| Ethereal algorithms eclipsed in prophecy
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| They have risen from the ashes of the throne
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| The tome of the Necrogod
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| Consecrating a symposium befouled
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| Left in the hands of the fallen
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| «You'll pay for this, betrayer! |
| I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of
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| blasphemy
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| I have given myself. |
| I belong to the damned
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| Exiled for eternity
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| Let it be written in this passage of lore
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| For all of these wretched children, all these wretched whores
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| A maniacal wasteland lay before him
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| To ignore disease is to be consumed
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| To be naive is to entice war."
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| It begins
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| Slowly I crept in — their black tongues flickering betwixt their blistered skin
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| A most unbiblical chord… all by the grace of the serpent-lord
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| «I stand upon the husks of dead heroes to unearth the tome of the Necrogod,
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| and now the visions are clear! |
| We murder to dissect.» |