Mighty pathopener Striking fast as the sharpest of spears Bringer of the black light I bask in your halo of glory and might Treader of the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed Through exile, coronation and conquest To the throne of the Ravens of Death Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand For my deeds are thine Firstborn of the Black Light Lord of the Shadows of Death And father of the Bloodline And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me His scythe smites all my enemies And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul Death bringer Death dealer Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects Thorncrowned master, scythe wielder Bearer of the serpents mark By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black For to kill one is to murder all The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit To harvest from the tree of knowledge Before the final reaping lead by Deaths sinistral hand From below the first grave mound At the crossroad of life and death The gates within were opened without The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within the With the signing of the first dead In Death Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes You opened wide the gates And I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin And Hell followed with him
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