Unto thee, o mighty fatality, do we give thanks for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare When we receive the congregation, as we were judged uprightly Shadows cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south The temple of my breath would hear the laments through 39 curses Our blood sang out with glorious glee as Leviathan trounced waves Surrounding circles dusted with glow, chromed ice melting in with astral flow The serpent blesses the Jupiterian core Andromalius wouldnt wish for more An evocation in filled ecstasy As one arm, we locked them with humility Hail Leviathan, Lord and Master of Water We thank thee for being present at our ritual We bid you, go in peace An ornament of grace The temple of my breath hears the laments of 40 curses Lets step to new Circle
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